Pick up the heart

The cold heart refused to budge,
Aloof of the comfort of the sun.
Yearning for love and care of her,
It stood in the crowd of emptiness.
The shrill winds made it cry loud,
Tears mixed with the daze on the face.
Struggling in the symphony of tune,
It danced,only to stumble and fall off.
Hysterical and pious in its posture,
Nothing could make it feel at home.
Heart wanted the comfort of her shoulder,
Dried hands feeling feeble as time passed.
As the festival of white gave way,
The heart pleaded,yet it was taken away.