SONNET LXXXII - MIRACLE

I'll never find a lover strong and brave
enough to try to warm a heart so cold
or save a life that no one dared to save
and hold a hand that no one cared to hold
Whose sweet caress could ever make me whole
when love and I have been so long apart?
The Lord above might save my broken soul
but who can resurrect my murdered heart?
That miracle could only happen when
somebody can revive cremated trust
it may come true, but I'll be dead by then
and this old flesh has joined my dreams in dust
   But if my wish for love is not to be
   why did God put such hope inside of me?