Heart

April 24, 2008
By Kayleigh Sheehan, Quarryville, PA

Heart

Empty, cold, unfeeling,
I don’t know how this happened
My mind is spinning—reeling,
I need some confirming friend
To tell me this isn’t insanity.
You see, dear love, you’ve stolen my heart
And without you I fear I’ve come to see

How love truly is a sacred art:
That I with yours and you with mine,
Can only work if our lives entwine.


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