My H e A r T
is in your hand,
My entire....life....s p a n.
It's not ALL there though,
that's an exception I made,
i don't quite know where,
the rest of my h E a R t has gone....to
If you find it...
tell it I'm sorry...maybe
Only a heartless person would say,
maybe.
Maybe this is a game of hide and seek,
I can be hopeful.......can i not?
I can go over......all I've got.
Not much not,
not really at all,
but what I have is strong,
what i have is something more.
no matter how small,
no matter how inf decimal
No matter how precariously positioned,
or tied up,
tied down.
It's still strong,
and there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
YOur HE ART.........was artful! .......take care! ! ! !