You Make My Heart Ache

I watch from corners, hide through walls

Ensnare myself in shadows

The stronger sex, the weaker heart

Breaking through the rows 

A step a gallop a stillness, retreat

But something holds me there

Her eyes her smile a lovely glow

Feet stop senses stare 

Something given and fingers touch

Such a soft thing I've never known 

I want to hold it there by she turns away

And the weakness has only grown 

A picture of smallness a feeling of pain

Loss of hope for love to gain  

Home again self image lacking

Wishes of her lips to be mine a smacking

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A lot of places you took me in this poem. I feel the weaker sex can change places. The advantage can change places with time and need. Emotion can lead us to sadness or happiness. I did like the ending. A excellent poem.
Coyote