One Tattered Heart

Tis a magical affair
to open one’s heart,
To the amorous stare
of love at its start.
The jingling rhythms
that flow in my chest,
Leaves me helplessly infatuated,
from which there’s no rest.

To my love I have opened
my nigh hidden room,
Where all sacred mysteries
are kept to the tomb.
Held are my faults,
my dreams and desires,
My passions, my fears,
the works I admire.

No greater trust
is bestowed upon man,
No greater love
will be nestled again.
As the sting of the bee
will protect only once,
So a heart once broken
loses luster and brilliance.

Betrayed by my love
who now loves another,
My heart has been trampled
and pains like no other.
Where once bounded love
filled with fantasy and might,
Now trickled with tears,
is my pillow at night.

My heart is now empty
with nothing to share,
For taken was all,
to give more I shan’t dare.
Back to my room,
locked up is my heart.
No one may enter,
and again tear apart.

Too free is our passion,
too selfish our love,
Our thoughts are debased
not prized from above.
Oh you who would sully
the greatest gift life would give,
Know the hand you have dealt you
is no life to live.

By Scott L. Taylor