Heart

Love
An ancient art
Is to eventually know
The ways of the heart

To give love
To play our part
Is to begin to speak
The language of the heart

To receive love
Is easy to start
But grows ever complex
With the shadows of our past
 
To deny love
Is the easiest start
To a cruel cold end
The breaking of another heart

To be without love
Is to be forced apart
Away from a soul's fountain
A dried hopeless crust

To truly love
Is to pay a price for art
To have failed, hurt and fallen
To brave a bleeding heart

To see beyond our odds
When the clouds are hard to part
Hold out, trust and slowly learn
The art of another heart