On Hearts
Thumps yet this heart, a pumping plant,
Though it seems to have a soul,
A soul that feels the joys of love,
Within it's burning coals...
Lies yet this feeling in my heart,
A feeling that will not tire,
A feeling that is now a pain,
But with the melody of a lyre.
Can it be its life alone,
Is not to be forever?
Its tune is for a purer life!
My heart! It needs another!
For I know its needs are there,
I feel another beating…
Tis fine by me if in my breast,
Their dwells so pure a meeting.
~ ©Colin F Jones Jan 15th 1964 ~
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