Narrow Divide

[heslopian]

My second post and first poem on the forum. Been dabbling with poetry for some time now, mostly fun little rhymes to make people laugh but some more serious stuff as well although it feels somewhat crude, hoping for some feedback and to develop further.

So close, I can see you clear
A step or two and we'll be near
The silent stream our divide
Seems, a few feet wide

I take a step, and another still
But the stream begins to fill
Not so calm, and not so narrow
It's a river, through my hart an arrow Should "hart" be "heart"?

It's foaming now, a wild wind blows
Like the stream, already knows
I must reach the other side
Pure emotion my only guide

But I am weak, all hope is lost
My arms and legs like winters frost Apostrophe before "s" in "winters."
One last image, a sweet goodbye
Your smile, your face, before I die

Are any of the commas needed? In my opinion poems which aren't heavily structured, with sentences enjambed and arranged to evoke rhythm, don't need them, as all they do is create stumbling blocks. Every time I hit a comma the poem sputtered like a faulty engine. JMHO, of course. Otherwise this was a very sweet poem. It felt almost like fantasy, or Medieval romance, with its seeming focus on natural images and thwarted love. Thanks for the read