And the heart cries.
Hello Heart, I’m glad to meet you.
You don’t get out much, do you?
A bit of a recluse, I’d say.
A lovebird fluttered away,
She waited by your doorstep,
But you didn’t wake to greet the sun.
I wish she had stayed to hear your voice,
Because you are beautiful.
I know that, Heart of Hearts.
I do know that.
Where is she now? I think you’d like to know.
Tracing hearts in the sky.