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Look at all this space
Look at all these wishes
Look with more than just your eyes
You could almost feel the kisses

Kisses I blew out, waiting
Drifting with hope held lifted
A fool and his youthful heart song
Never complete, never wasted

Look at all this space
Look at all this yearning
Look at these jobless hands
Busy with the life and a living

Busy collecting scars and stories
For a day when the old soul hungers
As the clocks slow their counting
As wedding bands lose their lustre

The Little Heart

I held a little heart
In my hand today
I held it in my palm
My fingers a cage

I felt the little heart
Pulse with much  to say
Though only a whisper
A sincere message

"Is it in my nature
Or by your care
That I should bleed
Just as I will beat

Could I be your guide
In both truth and lies
Yet I am oftten blind
At least as you believe

Do I hold all keys
To what is unseen
Yet not unnoticed
Once it is in my light

Is it I who complicate
Or too simple for you
Your justice too quick
Too swift, too right

Am I your enemy
When love becomes hard
Am I your friend
When a heart becomes love

I am just a little heart
Placed in your hand
Behold all I am
It is you that I serve"

I held you heart
In my hand today
I felt it, it trembled
A language I am learning

I held your hand
In my heart today
I felt it, I was thankful
A choice, a shared meaning