I am poem

I am a man with a wounded heart that has no cure
I wonder if your sweetness would make my heart alleviate
I hear your voice, and makes my heart palpitate
I see your crystallized eyes that reflects the pureness of your soul
I am a man with a wounded heart that has no cure

I pretend to be the owner of your life
I feel my heart recuperating when I have you by my side.
I touch the wind, the sky, the stars in a world that don't exists
I worry when I don't see you close
I am the man with a wounded heart that has no cure

I understand that love hurts as a painful torture
I say that their is hope, and soon my wounded heart would be cure
I dream with you when staring at the moon
I hope you know that I love you
I am the man with a wounded heart that has no cure