What’s There?

What’s in my heart? What could be there?
The curtains part on love and care
And one thing more I always see-
The haunting dream of you and me.

There’s not a moment I don’t feel
A love I can’t believe is real-
What’s in my heart? It does insist-
This dream is futile to resist.

It weighs on me both night and day-
This love that will not go away-
No matter what I say or do
I’m hopelessly in love with you.

So much for life on solid ground,
That does not work with you around-
This constant battle we do fight
Won’t end until we get this right.

And yet, what can that ever mean?
With all that seems to come between-
What’s in my heart? No answers now-
But there must be a way somehow.

What’s in my heart? I’m looking still-
And if I must, I always will-
The answer- we already know-
The time? Our hearts will tell us so.

John H. Bidwell