there are some who are afraid to love
some who use it all up on one man, one lost cause
there are some who do not know how to
some who have loved ruined for them
I am not like that
I love too much, too soon
to tell
I love too many, too far
to work
I love too vast, too deep
to miss
there is just too much love, in this loving heart of mine
I want more than anything to love
to cherish and be cherished in return
to make use of all this love in me
these hugs and kisses and wishes
craving to be free
wanting not to be frozen, but chosen
by someone
wanting to be missed, to be mourned
by someone
wanting to be wanted, to be yearned
by someone
there are just too many wants, in this wanting heart of mine
in this
yearning
churning
burning
bright red heart of mine
holy heck this is beautiful! Its so pretty I want to put it on my mantel piece, next to a crown of thorns, bread and a chalas! Is this some inuendo toward me? _Kyle Jones
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The heart of a romantic. I have one of those too. GW62