Wounded Heart
Your smile and beauty gives the sun it's flame
Your touch can even set my soul on fire
My heart belongs to you, I now proclaim
Your wish, my destiny and soul's desire
I dare not speak those blissful words of love
For I cannot bear your heart's rejection
Your essence is pure, like a snow white dove
That casts such a radiant reflection
Alas, I give my wounded heart to you
For you to keep and do with as you will
Your faint silence, casts an ominous hue
That can even make my heartbeat seem still
Indeed, it's better to have loved and lost
Yet, as I tend my wounds I count the cost
Thanks to Deborah Guzzi for her help
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