Win

My heart lingers for happiness.

It beats in hope to find love,

and it flutters when it sees a dove,

But most of all, it aches when it receives sadness.

There's seven days in a week,

But only two of those days, I feel alive.

Crazily enough, my heart wishes to dive

Into a pool filled with love.

It wants to believe that it can love yet again.

It wants to share its love with others,

To be attentive, but not to hover.

It wants to love and continue to love, but this time win.