Heart Hunting
I went hunting for a heart,
but didn't know where to start.
Everywhere I turned,
I was spurned.
It seemed the world was heartless,
cold and full of lies,
filled with cunning cutthroats,
and those that I despised.
I set my standards high,
so sure to attain my goal,
I passed by many an opportunity,
while I didn't live up to my role.
The years went by and hearts came by,
but they never lingered, flew.
Like birds startled from a branch,
they left… Why, I never knew.
And then my search came to an end,
futility had turned sour every try.
I gave up searching for a heart,
and gave up wondering, why?
When years then passed,
free from heart hunting at last,
I took care of me and my.
Gently they came out of the blue,
hearts so kind, and oh, so true .
They cared for me with unyielding love,
they cared for me, hovering above.
They were not angels, but true hearts,
they learned how to help me,
with fits and starts.
We didn't always see eye to eye,
but grew in affection, as time went by.
You'll never know,
when a good heart you'll find,
with ties of strength, with ties that bind.
Copyright 2015 © Ronald W. Hull
1/22/15
hug
Kathy
Regis
David Lee
Happy you reached your Rainbows end...
Diana.....
AS YOU LEARNED... HEART SEARCHES MUST BEGIN WITHIN ...
With respect and admiration for the heart in this piece.
Carol Phelan Aebby
Your poem was a journey of the heart.
So good to see that there was a positive ending. Keep on
Feeling !
Peace love and light
Amber
A wonderful poem with affection and love your heart is blessed.
Lady Mary Ann
Always,
Deborah
Michael D.
Love ya!
Jane
Sandie
You'll find people rarely with a heart part,
It's so much easier to find a fart,
But then a fart is harder to keep,
But then again a fart is always free,
While the price for a heart can be quite steep...-e-