Red Red Heart

The heart like a bottle of fine red wine Grows only sweeter and more precious over time Through the heart flows the blood of yours and mine As does the life giving sap in the fruit of the vine The grapes take time to ripen, wine longer to make And the stronger love is, the longer the heart may take If picked too soon, grapes are bitter every one A heart broken too often, can't be undone Both take many things to really become What the one thing by themselves could not be done The contents of either are not best opened alone But better shared with a special someone If not carefully protected each can easily shatter And quickly to unknown places scatter But treated as they were intended to be Bring happiness given so easily ©Donna Jones