Wrapped tightly Like a new rosebud Untouched by the warmth of the sun So is my heart Frozen shut so long against the fires of love It licks at my wall Yea, threatening to overcome me With the scent of passion The thrilling delight That being in your arms will bring. Please, who will be my hero My knight in shining armor To sing my heart awake like Ol' Blue Eyed Sinatra I fear time is running out. Till if haunts were what's left I should be forever left to wander Earth's plains and vales Hills Searching, crying for a hero, a love that's true Oh how I wish e'er so much That it could be you
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Posted: Jun 2013
About this poem:
longing for real true love to give and be given... yet so inadequately expressed...
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