Neville

Heart

Heart

 

Forever keeping

Time and marking

Moments

There she sits

Left off centre

 

That portion of

Herself

She Fears no man

Will ever want

Yet all men crave

 

Nestled somewhere

Deep within and

Protected on all her

Sides by a somewhat

Softer inner core

 

Then surrounded

By her much harder

Outer shell

Yes there it lies

And lays beating

 

Waiting to be loved

No less impressed

Tho solemnly addressed

Anticipating a sudden

Surprise caress perchance

 

Her heart beats

All a gentle flutter

Like the outstretched

Wings of a

Fledgling sunbittern