A Sonnet of Love Never Lost Nor Found

Oh, how my poor heart throbs beneath the dust,
Much time must pass before it loves again.

My mind is but a stranger with no trust,
As it has suffered many times in vain.
Elusive is the wind, so fickle, weird.
Never can you know its impatient race,
It leaves so sudden as it has appeared;
To be free once more, in some distant place.
I miss what I have never had before. 
I set fires just to observe their flames.
With one foot in, one always on the shore.
Too proud, too scared, by someone to be tamed...

Inside I know that it will come a day,
My world will turn, and love will fly my way.