I Do Not Have a Heart

I do not have a heart, they say,

For utter pain has masked its place,

But be this as it ever may.

My aching legs have led astray,

And bleeding tears caress this face,

I do not have a heart, they say.

And every night I dare to lay,

My whispered words, leave bitter taste,

I tire of each game I play.

Perhaps, one morn, a soul shall stay,

And wasted time, no more we'll waste,

But find our paths both lead one way.

And so we chase the depths of day,

The sun that calls us to its haste,

As children, so our souls would play.

And how I have a heart, they'd say,

The very heart they would encase.

For none could love in such a way,

As them and I, and saving grace.

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