I wonder if my eyes chat with my heart.
I managed to see him, stare , yet not blush
At least blush I'll accept, for I know he must.
He gaze upon me for I was an art.
an art unable to read part by part.
his self-assurance led me to mistrust.
My blinded eyes seek him and approves us
but my heart fears that an earthquake may start
my deserted organ pity his act
his charismatic-self wont ease the pain
yet his still wish to have me as his dove
I cant accept, that I know for a fact
On another globe, we could try again
cause this vast heart has yet to define love
**this an Poem written in the form of an Italian sonnets whic includes 14 line, 10 syllable each with a rhyme scheme of abbaabba cdecde
