when am loved

running through the forest
like a victim before the prey
i stood like a coconut tree
always by the shore
but in my case
i am without my lover
this is really when i need love
my wings are wet
and my legs are tamed
that i can hardly reach your presence
passions for music and loneliness
may not compare the hurt inside
as the agony of dying love
came to over doom my presence
because part of me is missing
since you are not there
i want to be loved
not with flowers and sweet words
but with tender affections from within
and when am loved
i want to love from the heart