Tears Of The Heart

• James Lockwood, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2010

The heart is very fickle, the heart is rarely kind.

The heart can be broken, and wreak havoc upon the mind.

My heart weeps tears of blood, while I weep tears of sorrow.

I can only look on and hope, that good fortune comes upon the morrow.

My heart has been torn asunder, and may never be repaired.

I pray we may again have, the love that we once shared.

Branded evil and hated, by people everywhere.

Because I fell in love, with the beauty in her stare

I found love in her smile, her laughter and her hair.

And one day I hope, a kiss we may share.

For she is the girl I love most, and that I shall never be afraid to boast.