A candle burns in the distance
Far away from him
Far away from his heart.

He stands and stares at a flower
For days
Wondering if he should pick it
Or leave it where it is.
His mind never thinking
That maybe he can take it
Replant it somewhere close to him.

She sits in an empty room
Wondering where life had gone
Holding no treasure;
Except her own heart.
Which nobody
For years
Had even heard about.

So many in this world
Lacking the ability
To truly love something.
They would rather skim the surface
Than dive into something
Wondrously deep.