Elizabeth Ann Harrison
This Heart Of Mine - Poem by Elizabeth Ann Harrison
This heart of mine, why does it ache so?
It is so filled with hurt and bitterness
of the past and present
It's so lonely for true love
Love that's real
Love that's giving
For what is right or what is wrong
I don't know
This heart of mine often tells me
but not this time
For the hurt and bitterness is too great
This heart of mine
Is it big or is it small?
Is this heart of mine beating too fast
or too slow?
This heart of mine has a deep wound that will
probably never heal without tender love and care
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