always beating
always forgotten
never touched
by hands of love
dearest heart
you cry and break
while my hands touch
a woman I like
my eyes see
a beautiful body
my lips touch hers and feel the warmth
my feet carry me towards her every day
my brain rushes with the thoughts of her
my heart however
receives no love
does not touch
any thing sacred
it can not see
all it can be
is lonely and unloved