I Long For...

This heart hears the music of songs.
But only your voice is what it longs to listen.
This heart hears the nothingness around.
But only your silence is what it longs to listen.
This heart hears to the whispering wind.
But only the wind that touches you is what it longs to listen.
This heart hears the words of people.
But only your magical words are what it longs to listen.
This heart of mine is a little mad.
It wants all the things it never had.
This heart of mine is also sad.
Because it wants all the things it can’t ever have.