The Handy Heart
You have three hands; the third hand is the heart,
it squeezes and lets go, grabs and releases.
The heart that is a hand
pummels you from the inside when you fall in love,
it does not like to be ignored.
If you fall for another,
you had better let that hand in your heart
know that it’s the best of all hands
or it will forever let go and dump you.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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