Was my heart, free to give.
Was my heart, in want to live.
Was my heart, blind to see.
Was my heart, alone to be.
Against my framed, conception of you.
I wrote of wondrous, thoughts to do.
Time and time again, I wanted.
Time and time again, loves daunted.
Was my heart, without a clue.
We planned so many, heartfelt gains.
I yearned to climb, loves steep terrains.
Frightened by chance, of success.
Losing touch, of your soft caress.
Was my heart, of thunderous rains.
Deep into dark, I wandered slow.
Deep into myself, is where I did go.
Sense of pain, took stretcher gurney.
Gave waywardness, free guided journey.
Was my heart, emotions flow.
Came morning sun, against my face.
Another day, to end this race.
Of love and sorrow, neck to neck.
Tired of being, an emotional wreck.
Was my heart, this empty space.
Climbed through the veil, of self-impose.
Surrendered all, ambition to close. Brought back acceptance, lost before.
Looked ahead, to see the door.
Was my heart, red colored rose.
Then so often, as before.
I remembered how, to close the door.
Gave thanks above, to see within.
The love for self, to feel light love begin.
To shine once more, from inner peace.
Once more given, a new life's lease.
Was my heart, filled once more.
Was my heart, right from the start. Was my heart, picture loves art.
Was my heart, always to know.
Was my heart, which way to go.