Cold Heart :: iacai :: Original Poetry

Cold Heart

All I want is to have your dormant heart,

And heal what thwarts the feeling of loving.

For you have seized the beauty of man’s art,

The pleasure of a blissful feeling.

I could not wish, wish of anything else,

But to unshroud you from solitary.

You are apt to love, I believe so yes,

For your eyes’ deep that conceals so many.

You confounds us all, like a sullen tree,

But like some trees, some birds reside to sing.

Though vague’s the paint of your physiognomy,

Deep within me, I am still believing.

Tomorrow you’ll open your heart’s desire,

And I won’t stop hoping what I’ve aspire.