Valentine's Day

The heart is the blood pumper. It is the provider. It gives the brain capability to think and process. It supplies the human soul with character of serenity, fierce, disgust, and grace. And it doesn't fail to provide a little something of envy. Even with all the passionate red burning through the weins of one's body, is still feel colors of green. The green boils up in me and I can't help but, wish. Why can't I feel that way about someone? I want to love. I want to be able to feel the same way that one can share with me. Why can't my effort's ever be appreciated? I know I don't need to necessarily have it. I know. But I can't shake the feeling of desire sometimes.