Your 💓 Poem by Sandra Black

A sensitive little thing
Beats itself silly
In the thoracic cavity
Does it doth tarry

It beats for perfect strangers
Pets and wild animals too
News of death can upturn it
And make it very blue

It has space for millions
Love for another trillion
But will it hold love for you
I wait to know since eons

A kind heart is unsafe
To hand over the keys to your own
It soon shifts allegiance
At every sad undertone

Alas I cannot be thus frayed
I am but happy and gay
I laugh through my tears
I will thus loose you I fear

For you are swayed by sadness
And want to provide gladness
I see your benign self
Magnanimous and shunning pelf

It is an affinity to darkness
A want to trigger sadness
Sadly I can only give you joy
I am afraid I am but a toy

A good book
A cosy nook
I am what it took
For your faith it shook

But you blow like the wind
And tarry not long
You away again
Towards the next sad song

It may be right
I may be wrong
But let it be known
You have been my only song