To give your heart away
is never easy to do.
You sometimes hold it close.
Never knowing if another
heart is the right one for you.
Sometimes, our hearts
run away and become lost
with the words others say.
When we look into our
own hearts, and I mean
by us looking deep.
It holds all the answers.
And a key to which we keep.
To understand what a heart feels.
It's the way others treat it
that tell us if it was ever real.
Sometimes
our hearts get broken.
Only because love can be so cruel
sometimes.
But, it's then
that the heart comes to realise
that it wasn't love
it had all that time.
Maybe.
Just maybe.
We'll find a heart
that's true, one that
will never try
to hurt you.
But how will we ever know
in what direction
our hearts will go?
If we never use the key
to set it free.
To find the love
it so desperately
needs.
© Jon.London 2009
Another great one in your ever growing collection Jon...you excel at writing Love poems as well....10 ofcourse
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice way of putting it. There is a good positive path to follow while reading this. DC