i feel the drumming of my heart
beating to a tune as old as antiquity,
it bears the soul i care to guard
and breathes the life and death in me.
i’ve lain awake through the nights waiting
since my callow youth of years ago,
forever with struggle and ever debating
if mine should ever find another to know.
how fragile a vessel, how worn and thin,
encumbered with sorrows when purged within.
is it so cold a heart that no other breaks through?
is there no other heart like mine that aches too?
somewhere, i hope, at some time or some place,
another will find me and grant me her grace.
till then i will hunger, i’ll long and i’ll yearn,
for a passionate heart that makes my heart burn.
