SWEAT HEART

i DO wait for a moment
you may realise
it's you the sweat heart
for whom my black roses
write day and night
as the winds blow
with warmth
of cold and hot

little showers outside
they have to resile
after a while
my shower shall remain
over the time
with the space
around me

may you realise
it's for you
to come off your inhibitions

and say
i love you

love is good

but even without love
love is there

unrecognised
unheard
but hurt

soruce: shipra.v