The Yearning Soul

If you could not open your heart
To accept my love
For fear of losing it forever,
I cannot blame you
For shattering my hopes
And turning a blind eye
To my misery.
That which we pity we love,
And we mostly love ourselves.
I cannot blame you for turning a blind eye.
When a soul has too much yearning,
It becomes too bright,
Like the sun in the midday sky.