Monday, June 09, 2008

In my heart

In my heart lives pieces of gold,
each a love that lingers
like spring rain on daisies.

The weight burdens my heart,
like memories of kisses
and promises not kept.

Should I throw them away,
their value worth more now
than when first shiny and new?

If only life was so simple,
if only love died long
after the dream of it did.

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