Heart of Hearts
So many darts thrown at my heart,one right after the other.
Pain is what entered the dwelling,
of my empty heart.
To much to bear I began searching for Love,
to fill it's place.
My heart began to bloom,
like the bud of a rose.
Gradually filling my heart with love,
felt like life reappearing on the inside of me.
My heart was as the rose,
fully bloomed, opening wide for love to enter through.
Not knowing that the rose was about to be pruned,
from the vine.
Once again pain enter into my heart,
and it never bloomed the same again.
Now my heart is mixed with pain & love all in one.
As the rose, that was cut from the vines,
has to be nurtured with water in a vase,
my heart will be filled with the living water,
so that love can flow in & out of my heart freely.
Because it will never experience that pain ever again.
True Love starts off like a bud of a rose and grows into a fully blossomed beautiful rose.
One that's beauty is wonderful to see by all ages.
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