A Heart's Home
I do not seek the sandy earth
for which to hide my heart.
The ebb and flow of ocean’s tide,
with time, would steal a part.
The water would rush over it
and as a thief would do,
creep silently, with fingers clenched
back into shadows blue.
While pulling at my heart's small door
to thrust and open wide,
dispensing all the treasures there
I worked to keep inside.
The ocean’s much too wild a place
to let a heart roam free.
So, tell me if you want it, Love
Else it should stay with me.
I mustn't trust the mountains high
for keeping safe my love
in a majestic stone embrace
up in the skies above.
A heart is not a treasure kept
within cold mighty walls;
nor on some perch up in the clouds
where hearts are prone to falls.
Such heights can be so treacherous
up where the eagles soar.
Their wings could carry love away
not to return once more.
So, it is best this heart be kept
between us, where we lay.
No other place is safe enough;
the mountains or the bay.
Will you yet give me yours then, too?
I promise I shall be
the safest home, much safer than
the canyons or the sea.
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