Hearts

HEARTS

                        Somewhere back in time it started,
                        The beating of two lonely hearted,
			Synchronized by times now charted, 
			And there they stood together.
                               				*
			On a grassy, sunlit hill
			Those two hearts made their appeal	
			For one another's love so real,
			While not a sound was uttered.
                          				* 
			One heart looked in the others eyes
			And saw love there to no surprise.                              
			Then at once, both realized 
			Their love for one another.
                            				*
			Innocent, and not really knowing,
			Those two hearts their love bestowing
			Their love to one another showing
			As the world and time went by.
                           				*
			It isn’t really fair they say,
			For hearts to be in love this way,
			Keeping their secrets locked away,
			But there they stood together.
                                                  *
			For what did those two sad hearts seek
			When together they did meet?
			Was it for love to be complete,
			Which they could find in no other?
                                                  *
			Was it truly in the stars
			That those two hearts with all their scars
			Would find love where morality bars
			Their loving one another?
                                                 *
			Now this grassy sunlit hill
			Where two hearts made their appeal,
			Is standing desolate, parched, and still 
			And not a sound is uttered.


Ron Lanier
2/21/1985
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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