Heart to Heart, Soul to Soul

Oh, how our hearts adore beloved! Yet, why do you turn away, fair one? Have we erred in some way, dear heart? For when we meet, you turn away, and we're left to sorrow's smart. You may be displeased, but we'll implore, a thousand times, and more.
In your presence, our souls find peace, and our hearts beat for love's release. We seek excuses to behold your face, entranced by your lovely grace. Our hearts race fast, our love surges free, in your presence, that's where we long to be.
Let me confess, my love for you is true, my heart belongs to none but you, my sweet, my all, my heart's cue.

Gursimrat Kaur