Why won't she love me?

My face is smooth and white, like marble, hard and cold
If she touched it it would bloom, like a rose
Like blood from a hard, cold stone
Like a blood red rose blooming from cold, white marble

My heart would burst, if she touched it
My black heart would swell, and become whole
And burst, like fire from the dark earth
Like happy fire bursting from cold, dark earth

I have readied my soul, I stand erect at the gates,
Waiting for her doors to open, and her love to march forth
And chant with delirium at my ready soul, like an army
Like a chanting army, marching out from opened gates

Why won't she love me? I am reaching, night and day
My dreams flow from me, surrounding me, and searching
They lash at her closed gates, seeking, pounding,
Reaching towards her, but finding only white stone

Can I call it back? Can I return love to its shelf?
Can one send back happy fire to the dark, cold earth?
My marble face shows this, my ready heart feels it,
And her closed gates do too, so why won't she love me?

Written Mar '08

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