-- A Fragile Thing --

John Herlihy

The heart is but a fragile thing,

Filled by emotions our lives bring.

The heart whole as a divine token,

Later to seem bruised and broken.

The heart in pieces knows no rest,

Always in turmoil, restless at best.

A cold heart knows winter’s lament,

Chilled to the core in sad discontent.

Black hearts filled with unholy desire,

Burning coal embers without any fire.

A restless heart knows no true peace,

Not a home as it beats without cease.

But the pure heart is from light spun,

Sincere and truthful, second to none.

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(c) John Herlihy 23 May 2019