The heart, a treasure, deep within
A symbol of love, where it begins
It beats with passion, it beats with fire
A source of warmth, in cold desire
It breaks and mends, it aches and soothes
It dances with joy, it moves and grooves
It keeps us going, through thick and thin
It helps us love, and love again
The heart is where, our true selves hide
Our dreams and hopes, our fears inside
It's where we find, the courage to be
The courage to love, and set ourselves free
So hold your heart, with care and grace
For it is your guiding light and space
Nurture it well, and it will thrive
And fill your life, with love and light.
About the Creator
Linda Marry
Love Poems (fiction :)
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