How Thee Poetry Consumes Thy

There is a Heart, I have to admit, I have to tune it up a bit some-times Sitting on the grass, a-sway, listening through ones ear's the delightful . . . The more I wait, the longer I do not show, the love inside my Heart so. I give merit to, Those in my heart, How they got there I do not know, But I love, Love them So, so much with my acking heart, It hurt's to let them go, That's why we hug, or shake hands, Blow a kiss, wave, smile glad, Break a cookie in two, Wish them the very best.