I wonder why, you are so cold. And loves embrace you will not hold. Refuse to let it feel you near, why does loves nearness cause you to fear. Contentment you will find in it's eyes, but from it's warmth you always hide. With it's wings why won't you to fly, admire from ground, the birds up high. You know loves touch will heal your pain, but fear and loneliness has maimed loves fame. So from it you keep your heart concealed, petrified to let it feel something real. Ignore it though it crys your name, killing it with your callousness though it yells in pain. It loves you, you will not love love. And it's heart once longing for you will give up. And when it does you'll realize, that love was there hearing your silent crys. But you refuse to take it's hand, though it loved you time and time again. Taking a chance is what love is, casting the fear aside is the essence of it. So long you have smack the face of love, abusing it with your careless actions. One day though you will scream love, and the fear and pride you won't think of. But that day will be far to late, because love will not trust you because it's heart you break. Love will ignore your bellowing crys, and cold it will be to you, and from you it will hide. And when you reach your hand for it, it will turn away refusing to glance at it. Callous it will be with your fragile heart, smacking you breaking you apart. And it will find a love to love, and all thoughts of you will completely perish. You will have let love pass you by, and left alone all alone to watch the birds up high.