Your heart

You might be tired now my love, but the state of your body and hands
does not move or touch me as much as the state of your mind and heart.

Your heart I want to know, your heart I want to protect, your heart I want to not be tired.
What do I care about your body.

Your body does not touch my heart, and never will.
Your heart touches mine, sings with mine, dances with mine.

Did dance in the shadows of a neverending past, sings in the new morning,
and might still touch me in many years to come. If we are lucky.

Your heart I want to feel, and, yes, to own, and to protect.
Your heart is what is real of you, what is left of you when my eyes can’t see anymore.

Your heart is eternity.
Your heart is all my love.

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©AngelikaJahn

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About blue

I am a divorced single mum to a teenage kid, and at present re-emigrating to my homecountry Germany. Writing helps me to clear my thoughts, but as well to turn sadness, fear, and regret into something beautiful and release it from my heart.
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