That boy has my heart!
He says he found it
and it's 'finders keepers'...
his eyes daring me to take it back
grubby sticky fingers clinging
to it, adamant not to let go
Me, feeling the life flowing from me
(as I cannot live without a heart)
do not have a heart to take it back from him
seeing the reverence with which he
holds it to himself as if it is
the most sacred of possessions he
will ever possess…
None of us can be possessed but some folks try to own us. But I do confer that hearts can be owned by others, no less. Enjoyed reading this. Good write. HG; -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hello poet Yuri. Sounds a little like a very young romance 'sticky fingers'. Delightful poem. LC Taylor