Even as I sit and think of you <br />I wonder why I do the things I do. <br />The beats say it's the rivers of my heart's cry <br />Taking the shapes of words; <br />The rivers also flow through my eyes, <br />But those are messy and without form. <br /> <br />My hands are the tools of my heart. <br />My heart, the master artist, love-struck, <br />Directs my hands to pen what it feels. <br /> <br />My heart wishes you knew. <br />My mind wonders if you knew, <br />What would you do? <br />Would you love it back? <br />Would our hearts tread the same track? <br />Would they make beautiful music? <br /> <br />Would my heart's cry cease? <br /> <br />Should I just throw my heart out there <br />To be trashed and broken <br />With news it may not be able to bear? <br /> <br />But, what if the news is good? <br /> <br />What if I dispel this fear, <br />Tell me, would you be there? <br /> <br />- O, the risks. <br /> <br />My heart prefers rivers of secret love <br />Than the floods of despair, <br />It's better to think you do <br />Than to know you do not even care…<br /><br />Leslie Alexis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heart-s-cry-2/
