Sad, slow reflect of hopeful heart, <br />Brings this hopeless lover closure. <br />As I dream of emotional start, <br />It is present laments that obscure. <br /> <br />How is it that I yearn <br />For something I’ve never received? <br />Passionate touch earn <br />That brings confidence short-lived. <br /> <br />If my blood has yet to run <br />In burning desire degree, <br />Am I capable of aged pun: <br />Loving-lust, not in thee. <br /> <br />If I am to never lust, <br />Then must I never know love? <br />Shall my heart simply rust <br />As the skin bleeds above? <br /> <br />It will be in this final hour <br />That my memories lie; <br />Tell me a story so sour <br />That I cannot sigh.<br /><br />Robert L. Bixler III<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/untitled-152/
