Boundless

My heart knows no bounds 
To him, dear lover of my better days;
My heart has a piteous sound
When my dear lover is away. 
It is a shame, I must believe,
That dear lover has never met my eye;
My own lover I never did see-
At least, “-not yet,” I must sigh.
Romance seems like a fairytale,
A beautiful dream for beautiful souls;
In my lonesome I imagine that male
As if it fills my virgin heart’s hole.
I have heard stories of romances fair-
Each one ends with a faraway gaze;
I watch the lovers and study their stares,
Anticipating when I can look that same way.
Romance is a game for fools-
May we all be one from time to time;
Nothing is more grand or cruel,
Heartbreaking, painful, or sublime.
Romance has a way with those
Who would rely on it to earn their smiles;
Even a broken heart recovers and grows,
For honest love is rare in short whiles. 
A romantic heart is a silly one, true,
But is it not the most wonderful of all?
What is better for me or you
Than another’s arms to catch us when we fall?
Romance comes in the forms of many-
A kiss, for instance, or embrace so strong;
With romance around, affections are plenty,
And the heart is free to sing its sweet song.

Reviews

[Abhishekizy]

Its a wonderful summary with greater details. I admire you sublime flow of words. Though one line took me off slight "........In my lonesome I imagine that male...". It appeared a forced rhyme, which is the complete grace of the write doesn't look so obvious. Thanks for sharing this nice piece!!

[Bluefire]

"Romance is a game for fools"
" And the heart is free to sing its sweet song."
~*~
I like the rhythm of the rhyme, the method to the madness.
Well played. ^^

[Sarah Marie]

Thanks for your kind comment!

[Bluefire]

You're welcome. =3

[Ars Goetia Poetry]

Nice piece of poetry, I am impressed. Thanks for sharing :)