can you?

My unbloomed heart lacks the fertile substance of the sweet caress of a lovers touch.
It is so very close yet it is far enough that the tips of my fragile and cracked hands can barely reach.
The silken nector of a heavenly voice it is all ,but a whisper in the wind.
My prison those rusty bars of hesitation and cautiousness keep me held back though they are as weak as string.
To push beyond those boundries of my safe world  
tis a voyge I dare not travel alone
I am desprate for the brave one to help me cure my thrist  
for the care free river that lays beyond my prison.
Can you be the wieght that cripples and bends the bars of my prison?
(sorry ifs its whacky wrote this through tears)