Hopelessness, Help retitle yeah? :D Options

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This heart of mine feigns for what it cannot have. For what it cannot have, it would give anything, clothes off its back, jewels, the very world if she had ever asked for it. Yet, the question begging to be answered is, why must it desire what eludes its very grasp? Is it curiosity? Or is it the very beauty of her that keeps it entranced? Whatever the reason, whatever the cause, whatever the desire, it seems that she is behind it all. She is the reason why this heart beats restlessly and she is why it is kept up feverishly all night without aim or resolve. The only way to stall what resides in this chest is to be with her, hear her voice, and feel her touch. So long as nothing severs this relationship with her. Then this heart has no fear for what awaits it next. For nothing is more horrid than the inability to speak with her, to be with her, or to touch her. Perhaps in time, these qualms in my chest will slow. But at the moment they show no sign of stopping. Regardless, will she ever feel the same way that this heart feels for her? If only questions like these could be answered with simplicity…



//edit::change title to forlorn..if anything..thank you :D