Best Poems Written by Alan Corbett

When Sings the Heart

My heart has rested far too long inside a shell of blind neglect
Outside the light still bright and strong casts hope upon a wayward soul.
To find a promise lost, confused and give it wings to fly again.
Nothing slips a passioned heart that's true and pure
It simply hides in busy lives
And waits to find it's voice once more.
In time what matters must survive
And take it's place within my heart
To once again resore what's true
My life, my love, my dream
Is you.

Copyright © Alan Corbett | Year Posted 2015