Whispers From The Heart

Where does it end?

This longing,

This yearning,

For something one can never possess.

 

Thoughts destined to remain imprisoned,

Words never escaping the libraries of the heart.

What is left but sacrifice?

 

Sacrifice a longing of centuries past,

For a companion close to the soul,

Unearthing wishes from that very library,

Wishes for that companion,

Wishes of happiness and peace.

For there's nothing greater

Than surrendering one's heart and soul,

To a cherished companion,

Whom one loves with every fibre of their being