Paper Hearts
Paper Hearts
Paper hearts
Alas desire waltzed.
And thoughts chortled.
Every yearning was
Youthful temptation
And hot love.
Words not found
Shaped a fated soul.
The feast: fleeting feelings,
Put reason away.
Love, laughs
Evening stars
Suburban streets
A tenor voice
Technicolor dreams
Scattered wings
And a parking lot
Tell the tale.
Words soon found
Shaped our loving souls.
The feast: fun filled follies
And full lives.
Pure hearts
Alas, had danced
And thoughts giggled.
Every yearning was
Committed care.
And sizzling…
Affection.
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
2-20-08
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