Perfect Heart-Shape
Why the tears?
Why the weary look?
The heart, heavy as a block of cement
Why the fear?
Why the page from a dreary book?
It’s the soul, leaded with lament.
Do not bite the perfect heart-shaped pear
Do not silence words with despair
Do not sit and wait
Release your shoulders from the weight
If it’s a heart you are meant to sway
Pray to heaven nature finds a way
-A.Garcia
