D's Heart Matter

Sometimes i answer the question of my own,
No matter how difficult it can get,
The struggle that i have to face,
The frown that have leaves wrinkles behind,
Headaches, pimples and such appetite,
I tend to answer it bit by bits,
No matter how long i may take,
To whom i may be talking to,
To what i have been listening to,
Never did i fail to answer the very same question,
Over the heart that yearning to be belong,
By whom do i choose,
To whom shall i believe and trust,
The fate that kept me thinking,
About the other half of me that got people questioning,
Can i still control every parts of me,
For when that day does come,
Will i still be able to close my own heart,
Not wanting to let anyone own it,
Even at this time,
The longer i kept it in dark,
The colder it felt,
Like the emptiness is just nothing,
Like part of my life,
It is what i own but it is not meant to be,
Thus dear heart of mine,
Do i really want the other half of me to own my heart,
Look only me where i hope to be,
Accepting bits and every past of me openly,
No questioning more and more,
Even the truth does split out,
The other half of me,
Would still look at me,
With the heart, the love, the protection that capture my own,
I have answer this all the time,
But i still wonders about who,
Who might be the king to my heart,
The palace that were not so big,
Only based on dreams and hope,
With only that,
I wonder,
Someone whom i have said,
Would he be one day,
Lead me the way that i needed to be,
Can always love me in life till death,
It does come to that far,
Dear heart of mine and dear heart of mine,
Can i still open my heart when that one day has come?