The Heart

The heart is a wonderful thing,

When it’s happy the whole world sings,

It whistles a beautiful tune walking down the street,,

Flashes a warm smile to the uncertain stranger,

Promises the wayfarer some food and a blanket,

Swears eternal love to the yearning lover,

Sweeps up children in its strong arms,

And smothers them silly with tender hugs.

The heart is a wonderful thing,

When the heart is unhappy,

Oh, not even heaven gives respite!

Its doors slam shut, its windows hemmed in,

Its eyes well up and its steps heavy,

Suspicious of even a harmless baby’s smile,

The rainbow seems like a malignant spy

It builds a fort around itself

And in seclusion wrings itself lifeless

Bleeding to death in drops of sorrow