Unsettled Heart

Unsettled Heart, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Like a moth to fire,
I’m drawn to you with desire,
Ever completely.
Neither food nor drink wanted,
Only love to be hoarded.

A strength or weakness,
I’m unable to confess.
As it’s not known why,
To you, powerfully drawn,
As dew to the sun each morn.

You are floating on air,
With rich gold dust in your hair.
A magnetic smile,
Without effort does excite,
While your bright eyes do invite.

Surely there is more,
If given time to explore.
Branded in my mind,
A feeling that will not part.
The cause of an aching heart!

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