Still hidden
and not yet uncovered,
like ancient buried treasure
still waiting to be discovered.
Like a dull white stone
waiting to be mined,
to be cut and polished
to be made one of a kind.
Idly waiting
to be given a chance,
my lonely heart waits
to be found by romance.
To be shown how love,
to share and to give.
To feel passion and desire
and the joy just to live.