Wednesday, June 11, 2008

I'm fishing for a heart
A pure, contented heart
One that will not beat for love
But one that will beat in love
I don't want it pink, or red
I want it in the colour it was originally in
I won't try to change it
I promise to love it as it is
It doesn't need to be a perfect shape
It could have a hole, or several in fact
Lopsided, or crooked
A real heart is one that's been dented
And I'll cherish it beyond time
I don't want to steal one
Or to catch or ask for one
It'll come to me, I'm sure
Might take some time, but it will
It won't stay in a secure velvet lockbox
Tucked, hidden, under my bed
I'll bring it out with me, to share
A love so warm, so natural
It will light up others' hearts
I must be able to hug it
And kiss it ardently
To just caress it
Or snuggle up to it
That's the heart I'm fishing for
A true, genuine heart