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Yearning Heart
Perhaps no one will ever know...
what is held inside of me.
My tenderness, my faithfulness,
passions yearning to be free.
I tried to tell someone, one time...
thinking they would understand,
I suppose that I was too intense,
my emotions out of hand.
Many times things happen...
where I've not said a word,
but lived within my yearning heart
my solemn voice unheard.
I wrap my arms around myself...
to try and ease the pain,
Or feel the warmth of human touch,
it's never quite the same.
My blue eyes that once sparkled...
with the innocence of youth,
are darkened in the shadows now,
of all that is my truth.
I bear not any malice...
revenge is not my goal
just leave me as you found me,
a loving, longing soul.
And maybe, maybe someday....
will come that special touch,
to reach inside my yearning heart,
and love it just as much.
~Spentheart~
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
~Kahlil Gibran
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