A confused heart.

This heart, On the outside, filled with love and support. This heart, On the inside yearns and cries for the love of her. This heart, combined with this soul has a resort for her love, and only hers. As my heart silently waits for her love with open arms, like owls waiting for the night to return. Here I stand, a Confused heart wanting the desire to be noticed by her and her elegance. Here I stand, A confused heart waiting for those special words my heart craves to hear. As my heart tries to find others to love, it still feels empty with sorrow. My heart and soul, combined with my lonely thoughts, whisper with importance and meaning to my brain. "A confused heart no longer, thus the answer stands in front of you" is the thought that circles my mind, but as I lay every night, my soul can't help but weep for the emptiness of her love.