poem by Anonymous

My heart has never felt love
I listen to sad songs
And all I can feel is dryness

I don’t wanna be told
I am pretty
Beautiful
I want to be told
I might have a heart of gold

I long to kiss in a field
And lose myself
And share myself with you

I want us to live our own secret
To battle the ends of time
Together in our own solitude

You aren’t just beautiful
Your soul sings louder than the rain on my
Window pain.