Heart

By: john C. Turner

HEART, O HEART, THAT BEATS IN THE
WALLS OF MY SOUL,
WHY DOST THOU CAUSE MUCH PAIN
TO ONLY THOSE THAT KNOW ?

PAIN COMES AT THE MENTION OF A WORD
TO ONE; FOR ANOTHER IT BRINGS FORTH
SUCH GOODNESS, FILLS THAT HEART WITH
JOY, JUST AS THE BLADE OF A FINE SWORD

MINE HEART KNOWS THIS JOY THAT IS
FELT, THOU HOLDS IT, GIVES IT WHEN CALLED,
NEVER TO QUESTION, NEVER TO HIDE, FOR I
CAN NEVER CHANGE THEE
HEART, NOR CAN I CHANGE THE MIND.

HEART, O HEART, I ASK THEE, MEND THYSELF,
FILL THE HOLE. THIS VOID
WILL BE THE DESTRUCTION OF YOUR
BEING, THOU'ST VERY SOUL WILL BE AS
DUST ON THE WIND.

HEART, O HEART, FORGIVE THE SOUL.
THEE MUST FORGIVE WHAT YOU CANNOT
CONTROL.
THE ANGER WITHIN,IS WHAT
YOU FEEL, IT MUST NOT INTERFERE
LET IT GO, GIVE IT REPEAL.

IT IS AS A WEDGE, DRIVEN IN STONE,
ONE DAY THE STONE WILL GIVE WAY
INTO DUST, OR A DIAMOND IT CAN REVEAL
TO SHINE FOREVER, TO BE GIVEN OR
TAKEN AWAY.

HEART, THOU KNOWETH THE TRUTH,
CAUSE ME NO FURTHER PAIN.
EVEN THOUGH IT HURTS TO SEE
FEELINGS GIVEN TO ONE, SO FREE

PASSIONS FIRE SHALL OVERCOME,
FROM ONE TO ANOTHER, SHALL IT BE
THE END, OR A BEGINNING ?
ONLY THOU KNOWETH WHERE TRUE
HEARTS ROAM, TO BE ONE AGAIN
IS WHAT THOU NEEDS.
WHO IS TO SAY WHAT IS LOST
OR WON.