Hand in Heart

Heart has its own daunting beauty,
When you can feel the pulse beneath,
And sense the warmth it glows dimly,
When you muse on the zeal it conceals,
And caress the tenderness so fondly.

So much for fizzle and chagrin,
As the world gave you plenty of them.
The greatest conundrum of your love,
Lies in the gentle touch of the heart,
By those faithful not far-away at all.

Deep in your breath a wish blooming,
That your life will never be friendless,
That you will walk surcease accompanied.
Too precious happiness to let go,
While soul-stirring friends stay around.

You don’t need the best person to love,
But an unsophisticated soul to embrace.
Eyes and vibes of those so endearing,
Keep your days and nights breathtaking.
So when the dreams are flying too high,
Put the hand of the dearest in your heart.

Hope, But Not Too Much

Knowing someone a lot, 
doesn't make you special. 
Getting some attentions, 
no need to make you fly. 
Missing some calls a week, 
shouldn't be a big deal. 
And be that as it may, 
why must you feel so bad?
 
Life isn't just this spot. 
Lone means not the void. 
Lust isn't much an antidote. 
Love doesn't mean you're lost.  

What would happen if you seek, 
and nothing comes up on the screen? 
What if someone steals the feel, 
and leaves your heart turning bleak? 

Maybe now it's time to slow down, 
since naught is wrong with your want. 
It's just the hope that you pose, 
could be too much for your fellows. 

If you feel too close with someone, 
just be careful how far you'll hope. 
Since the higher your wishes fly, 
the harder the wounds to be cured. 
It's good to hope, but just don't shove.