i see you there in my room
just looking around at things
noticing i have a lot of hearts
a variety of wood and marble,
pewter and silver, crystal,
some paper and one wicker
each is different in the memory it holds
memories of beautiful feelings
you hand me a gift a heart of your own
this one is made of stone, septarian
you say it's a fossil as old as love
sunshine yellow with snakeskin pattern
i notice a hollow in the center
bordered with crystalline edges and
that's what makes it special, a place to fill
whether tears or smiles, it is no matter
and simply says i understand
hearts are a bond
of the mind and the soul
beating to rhythms ethereal
they grace my room in variety of forms
gently they remind me we love
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Reviews of "in my room with hearts"
Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)
Reviewed on February 4, 2003
A particularly gorgeous write. Ty, Dani
Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)
Reviewed on February 4, 2003
how lovely...and just in time for Valentine's Day!
Reviewed by Alexander Shaumyan (Reader)
Reviewed on February 4, 2003
Yes, we should never forget the heart. Very good.
Reviewed by L M (Reader)
Reviewed on February 4, 2003
I wish I could be origanal but I agree with all before me. Great write, LM
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