Desperate Emotions

Deep, desperate, desolate my emotions are,

Creating a tender soft mildness in my heart.
Her long soothing hair, Her fresh beauty makes me haste
To look for: her beautiful face.
Is not this my cruelty, with my aging existence
To desire for such a blooming being.
Yes I agree I love her.
Her charming look, her tender youth
Keep me away.
But still her thoughts and imaginations in my mind
Attracts my soul.
Sometimes I doubt shall I deserve her
And am afraid of this heartless world.