My Heart Craves

My heart craves...
craves for the unseen,
craves for the one,
one who has no significance in the eyes of reality,
one who has no brilliance of charming individuality
one who loves to stain love,
one who loves her contrived cove,
one who stays in eternal snit,
one who sways in silent rave,

makes my heart yearn amore,
makes herself become amiss,
makes me hear her harder.

me, growing even fervent
me, feeling magnetism of solemnity
me, catching fire the heated residue
me, craving for the love perpetually due...

- Cron