For Every Heart
A silver tongue's captivating pitch
allows little time for contemplation.
For witty words inevitably switch
from flattery to manipulation.
To hide the hurt of rejection's sting,
you have learned to conceal your emotions.
And yet, to find love, you'll try anything,
even crystal balls and magic potions.
You are anxious to find a soul to love,
a forever mate, to hold and treasure.
Yet, your heart will accept nothing short of
a lifetime of happiness and pleasure.
As hope dwindles, fantasy dreams play out,
leading your heart to a false conclusion.
For frustration begins fueling doubt;
in this erratic state of confusion.
For every heart, there is a counterpart;
your soulmate is just waiting to be found.
And when you do meet, you'll know from the start,
for your pulse will race, and your heart will pound.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016
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