Lone Heart

The pale rosy glow

Of winter’s cruel cold

Elegantly paints you skin.

Though I stand by

Heart in my throat, at the sight

My eyes proceed to roam.

Too entrances to leave,

Too embarrassed to stare.

My hands, ah! How they tremble.

Is it discernable? Aye, I fear it so,

My girlish blush betrays me.

My knees turn to butter

My thighs do quake,

I fear they can’t hold my weight.

With sentence half finished.

Heart too full, my hunger unyielding

I turn away.

Though my body does exit

your exquisite presents

my heart and my mind remain.

With sighs un-uttered,

And desires un-gained

I let my lone heart

Erode away.