condition of the heart
How funny, the irony of the heartSoft and delicate it laughs
And it loves
It grieves, and it forgives
It aches, and it breaks
It angers and grows cold
How funny, the irony of the heart
That soft sweet love
can turn to cold angry stone
and melt from the warmth of another
my heart has seen them
it has swam in the lake of love
it has drowned in a sea of dispair
it has burned with the heat of passions fire
and has frozen with the cold sting of lonliness
so many precious years lost
while my heart lay dorment
in need of repair
so many lost years wiating for the warmth to return
so long since it has run free
how funny the irony of the heart
so long in mourning
so long waiting in the darkness
only to now find the light of you
olny to now rise from its slumber
to taste freedom
to bask in the warmth of your glow
to find peace and comfort
once more
I have waited for what seems an eternity
To find you
And would wait forever more
To know that you might someday
hold my heart in your hands
that you would be its keeper
for this chance oh yes I could wait
a lifetime of lifetimes
for just the chance
my heart holds you in great esteem
it puts no burden on you
it only wishes to be near you
so it may find comfort in the dark
how funny, the irony of the heart
to after ghope was gone
to find that spark in the dark
that would light its way home
such a friend my heart has in you
such a precious thing you are
my heart is honored
that you would let it warm itself
in your fire
May the Lord be praised for creating such a fire
that is the heart of you
Poetry by John A. Mcculloch
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Written on 2007-03-31 at 10:14
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