Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Darling Little Dear Heart

How is it,
dear heart,
that you are guarded
by a thousand foot wall?
Ever watchful guards
at every corner, 
in every watchtower,
never sleeping, 
never blinking?

How is it,
dear heart,
that you are filled
to the brim with love?
That our friends,
have so much,
yet so little,
that they can touch?

Darling, darling,
dear heart,
you are soft,
yet you are cold,
you are warm,
and yet you burn.

With licks of fire,
and blades of ice,
dear heart,
you are protected.

With licks of fire,
and blades of ice,
you protect.

Maybe one day,
one day in the future,
dear little heart,
you'll not be surrounded,
by such antithesises. 

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