The Yearner

I do not know why I yearn.

Why I sing like a mourning dove on a wire,

crying softly for her lover to come.

Why i droop like the willow,

her leaves hanging down by the pond,

weeping for something unknown.

I don't understand why I sob,

cries screaming like sirens in the night,

rushing to save a losing soul

Or why I back away from love,

like a riptide in the sea,

pulling it's water away from the shore.

Why am I like this when love can cause beauty,

Can cause one to bloom like a flower?

I stay waiting to bloom in spring,

locked in an eternal winter,

though deep in my mind, 

I'm the one who holds the key.