The heart is a roomy place.
It has space for ever mores,

do overs, well wishes, stays.
The heart wrote the story of

again. It was a tear jerker full
of plot twists that wanted to

end better for many a kisser.
The heart can do more than

we ever ask. Which is why it
gives full tick of manic flesh.

Ask of it to hold across miles
for however long, done. See?

What is time to the heart, but
a flimsy excuse to leave early?


Forum Comments:Valentine 2017
Image Credit:Lylah Landar
Desiree Wright is an English teacher who lives with her husband in rural Arkansas. She has been writing poetry as a hobby for many years.


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