Yearns of Her

Her heart bleeds for he, She yearns for his embrace, Like the hunger of an infant in exposure to the mothers breast, Feed her soul she roughly whispered as her smooth voice cracked, A chilled rushed down his spine, Gazing into her eyes, The warmth of his fingertips caressed her flesh, For if the heart could speak, it'd bleed a thousand words, Of the beauty he saw in her behind the pain