LITTLE WOODEN HEARTS

I found something in my pocket, a little heart of wood
With ‘I love you’ written on it, no other words could
Have touched me more and made me feel just right,
Placed there by the man I love with all my might.

He told me there were other hearts scattered around,
I wondered where the next one by me would be found?
Maybe under my pillow and I’d find it before I sleep,
Or somewhere in the kitchen, I can’t wait to peep.

Wooden hearts from a heart of gold, a feeling heart,
A heart that thinks of others, a heart that does it’s part
To make my life much richer, makes me glad to be alive,
The kind of love that blossoms and will continue to thrive.

I pray that I may be worthy of the love from such a heart,
For I love him with a love that God alone does impart
On His children, who both give totally of themselves,
Always thinking of the other, where charity dwells.

This love will last forever, a love that will not fail,
Even if our bodies and minds become feeble, old or frail,
These little wooden hearts that are given so sweetly to me,
Tells of a love that will linger now and last through eternity.

As I went into his workshop there lying on the floor,
Were two broken hearts, I picked them up by the door,
Held them close by me, a silent tear came to my eyes,
I prayed that our hearts would remain intact all our days.

M Ann Margetson © January 30, 2001
2001/1111Wooden
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