My heart is a flower yet to bloom
My soul an uncut prism, lustreless and cold
Why is it that you take so long
To come into my life and make me alive
I have waited so many dreary nites
I have seen too many forlorn dawns
I have wished on passing stars
And watched the moon alone
Where is the love that I yearn to hold?
Where is the dream that is yet to unfold?
Where is the man whose touch will ignite...
All the love that lies cold and dormant inside
~Helena Fernz~
