I can give you whatever you want,but my heart is not satisfied,
it yearns more of what you are giving it,
it wants hot not warm,
it wants smiles not frowns,
it wants whispers not noise,
i can die for you,but my heart is unsatisfied,
it wants full and not half,
it doesn’t want just your smile but also laughs,
it doesn’t want your dim light,it wants a fully bright one,
i can loose everything for you,but my heart is unsatisfied,
give it hugs that will tickle it’s four chambers,
give it peace,
give it love,
let whatever we have be white,pure as a dove,
allow the shooting stars to keep passing by,we make wishes,
i can defy all odds,but my heart is not satisfied.
Dark hands 