Be still my heart, craving a hunger, not able to feed.
For the time is not at hand, too feast upon those
thirsting lips, pulsating towards anothers, warm embrace.
Calling to a love, that will never be
Nor to fill desires, within my heart's tempoing chest.
Beating now, it cries for love to keep it alive.
Be still, ner beat my heart again!
For its hunger for love, shall never be filled.
Sleep oh heart, dream no more, my plate empty
of the love you wish for, not.
Linda Winchell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/craving-heart-2/
