A heart is a precious thing
It beats to the rhythm of life
It brings great joy and great distraught
It pumps passion through wilted veins

To have of your own...

Opened up;
Would bring joy,
But only through suffering and dismay

Closed;
Would lead to regret
Less painful, but everlasting

To take hold of another's
Is to caress a feeble child,
One whose eyes have seen
What you could not imagine,
One who has crawled from a gutter
In a foreign time and place,
One whose...