My heart's desire

It is the experience of a man when his heart trys to desire something

She leans on the handrail,

All Rosy and Red.

With her nebula eyes she takes off to the sky,

Her royal pansy hair is shuddering in the wind against her

In her bloody atair upon her body, so precious and desired.

All of day you can watch her ,

With the keen eye of a detective,

Wondering if it her,

Or an illusion so deceptive,

that compels each trembling lurch,

Of your heart.

I wonder if I could reach out to her,

A confession of my cosmic love,

Like a gambler betting

His last bet

The last chance resting

On my last breath.

I breathlessly search

For an answer that I know

Can only be found in my

heart's desire

Author's Note

I know there are some spelling mistakes that can be found but I have purposely make them in order to show immature love