A Hearts War

Whose heart is that? I think I know.

Its owner is quite happy though.

Full of joy, but war, but pain,

I watch her dance in Summer’s rain.

She gives her heart a gentle shake,

And laughs until her belly aches.

The only other sound's the break,

Of distant worries that keep her ‘wake.

Her heart is warm, but damaged too,

Her pain just sits to stew and stew,

But even after love and sleep.

Sweet dreams come to her as cheap.

She rises from her gentle bed,

With thoughts of sorrows in her head,

Who’s heart is that? I think I know.

It’s owner isn’t happy though.


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