how...
how is this the heart that gives
the heart that feels
that breath that lives?
when so easily it is cut
and so wounded,
dicarded...
death is what this beating heart is.
this heart to you has given all
cant think beyond
the breath you take.
would sacrifice the world it knows
to see you smile
to see you glow.
swallows up the aches within,
beats stronger than life
when you call it a friend.
captured completely
with the first butterly kicks...
displayed so sweetly, in loves gently kiss.
time takes from it
those precious things
and leaves behind what
true life rings. . . .
how...
how is it this heart
can find such strength
as it grows old.
left only with those
precious memories to now hold.
as time has taken
its toll on love
time has 'tainted'
this gift from above.
@s.ray 2-28-2013
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