The heart travels in a distance

Wanting to get nearer for a glance

So much willing to get that chance

Even it needs to depart at once

The heart that needs the loving

Never would ever wish for the leaving

It just needs a little time

As patiently it waits for the right sign

In the fountain of love, passion flows

Falling, down as it goes

The heart get trampled

And so it gets tangled

Finding the other half of one’s soul

Makes a person one great whole

What more would the heart ask for?

Maybe, if by chance, no more.