My heart beats full of sweet sap and pure honey,
it doesn't beat for the lust of freshly printed money.
My heart seeps salts and feisty charming spices.
When one hears, comes the tears, my heart dices.
My eyes they do deceive, so on sight I don't depend.
But by the touch, the coarse, my limbs with every bend.
The warmth of the skin, met by the cold of my hand.
It lets me know I'm not alone again...under the sand.
The tingle, the trickle, the final drop of tears;
The pain, the loss, the love, the fears.
The feel of winter rain,
the heat of heartache and pain.
The drop of weight which may be my soul,
feels like a flag waving violently on a high pole.
My heart, my trumpet, my sound of my life;
The sickness, the pleasure, my wind, my strife.
My heart is the sun of my body; universe for my soul.
My heart is the rock that makes me whole.
My heart is the ocean, the pain it's too deep.
My heart is my feelings, awake and asleep.
It needs work...please comment on help, if any needed too. All is accepted :D
