Heart's Story
Our heart's story is but a blank pageThe author's pen, journals the journey alongEach story is played live on life's stageNo rehearsal to the drama, pain,joy and songLove and hate, conflict of heaven and hellSecret chambers of mystery,never to tellLove's so simple and should it not beBut to understand the heart, no eye can seeThe heart's story is but a blank pageEach soul has searched throughout the ageCupid's arrow doth drip with bloodStained in conflict, lying,dying in the mudLove of the heart,there is no joy to compare All life's bounty, and treasures, for love we will shareFinding the apple of one's eye, is worth the dyingBut separation of love, a deep desolate crying Eugene Zenger