The Heart..

 There is a thing of beauty,
That controls feelings as duty,
It's tender and breaks easily apart,
This to many called the heart.


A broken heart briggs forth self demise,
and tears to the by stander's eyes,
A lonely heart can only wonder,
How absence makes the heart fonder.


A hurt heart hides deep inside,
Waiting for the pain to subside,
It's knows that hiding make no difference,
Yet it fears to make appearance.


The beauty of the heart is called love,
sent to the earth from heaven above,
A thing like this never breaks apart,
This is the power of love...


                       -THE END-
                                                         babynayra^_^