Oh heart of mine!
So sensitive in its touch
So fragile in its make
Everything goes there
And sometimes like a lake with no sure outlets,
It stays and awaits.
Awaits for the sun and rain,
Evaporation and condensation
When i can keep you sure safe i will.
But still, i will search for solace
And deep within my soul will hide thee
Down within the bosom of my Maker to protect thee
O’ Heart of Mine!
2nd -April-2015, 09:25 EAT