Heart

Something was told to me,
Right from the start.
A simple little phrase ,
“Fallow your heart.”

And yet this picture is uncanny,
It's a weird piece of art.
All I hear is silence.
I don't hear any “heart.”

Love is powerful word,
Mainly used in lieu of passion.
They say you can't live without it.
That it's sort of an obsession.

How do you find it?
Well, it‘s commonly said,
That you listen to your heart,
And not to your head.

If love were that simple,
We'd see it all over.
But we know it's not,
It's like a four leaf clover.

It's a rarity that will happen
In the most unusual way.
No one can predict the person.
No one can predict the day.

All that is known
Are the feelings inside.
Ones you shout out.
Ones you can't hide.

PDC