A Tender Heart

A Tender Heart

My heart is a slate for my life.
I never show my emotions on my sleeve.
No one sees my troubles or strife.
My heart is a hidden and delicate weave.

Yes, I have endured oceans of tears.
Happiness has also been abundant.
Only my mind knows what my heart endears.
My emotions have always run rampant.

I never felt a heart constantly bleeding.
I possess compassion of silk.
I truly look forward to positive bonding.
My passions are mother’s milk.

My pulse is my life’s gauge.
Often it beats like the softness of a feather.
I try never to enrage.
Often my heart is my armor.

Admittedly, my heart bears watching.
I look forward to happy days.
I never waste time brooding.
My cup runneth over always.

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