In Your Heart

In your heart is a love of life that promises beauty,
The dry hearts are thirsty, the blind hearts are guilty.
In the realm called body and spirit is a deeper happiness,
Of godly ghosts that dream with you, and call your manliness.

The stage is set for happy surplus, for the wishes of a day,
When angriness airs its views along the shelf of your stay.
It is your heart weakening, bestowing and following the few,
From it is certainty, offering the gangrenous to chew.

My heart carries a queue of lonely deeds given pushes,
It steams and estimates reality, without the need of bushes.
They stand as understanding, so bushes and trees grow
To heights that demand respect, like the teacher’s glow.