Heart

Little heart broken so,
How is it that you weep?
Isn’t Love professed just enough,
To fulfill all you seek?
Weary pieced together heart,
Held in place with fraying strings,
How true you are to jaded words,
Those sweet facetious things.
Heart of scars cradled gently,
Bleeding aflame in your palm.
A knight comes soon with sword,
Burning and bright so be calm.
Sweet and beautiful tender heart,
Don’t you know my precious one,
Come that night a moon filled night,
My oath to ONLY you my girl,
My vow to never again to part.