Thursday, January 12, 2012

My Heart

My heart sits inside your hands
Quietly, she beats and waits
Wondering if you'll pick her up
And hold her in a special place
She may not be
The finest heart-
She has a couple
Cracks and breaks
But you would be
Amazed to see
The caring warmth
That she creates
And even though
She may be small
Inside she's full
Of purest love
And she could pour it
Out for you
If you'd hold her
With softest glove
Just give her time-
Don't hold too tight
And she will show you
Magic things
For Love runs in her
Swelling veins
Unending in its'
Spilling springs.


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