another poem i wrote

[joe_shmoe]

My Heart is Still Fleeing

A heart like a flower and the elegance of a dove,
there is no doubt your beauty is from above.
But still I am here,
still with my great fear,
how should I tell you my feelings when you’re still nowhere near?
Then my heart feels so cold,
so withered; so old,
and how I miss you so much,
o how just one simple touch,
could bring my heart life,
and end my mind’s strife,
at least for that time being,
since my heart is still fleeing.