Mournful Heart
By Emmerson
Upon the skies of silent night, I heard a whispered cry. A mournful heart that soulfully weeped, Void of the will to try. With my hands I touched this heart, And held it as it cried. All through the night and into the day, I comforted it, as it sobbed and sighed. All the while whispering true, The things it longed to hear. Even though it was broken half in two, The pain of loneliness, is what it most feared. Although my voice never left my lips, I whispered in this hearts ear. All the things that I wished and hoped, And that I would always hold it dear. Upon this mournful heart, I left my prints, To last through to the end of time. When lonliness should creep up again, Please know with my hands, your heart, Will always be held in mine. Written March 7th, 2002 © on Mar 07 2002 10:49 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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