HUMBLE IS THE HEART

by Michael Frisby


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                                                                      How humble the heart
                                                                           when love has departed.
                                                                      How empty its rooms,
                                                                           no longer so gay.
                                                                      Gone is the warmth that
                                                                           glowed and restarted
                                                                      The embers of passion that
                                                                           grew every day.

                                                                      Say goodbye to the joy that
                                                                           filled me with life
                                                                      And goodbye to all memory
                                                                           of a love so new.
                                                                      Hello to the agony of the deep
                                                                           driving cold knife
                                                                      And the pain that reminds me
                                                                           forever of you.

                                                                      How barren the fields of my
                                                                           down trodden heart.
                                                                      How vast the storm that you
                                                                           left on the sea.
                                                                      The memories I have will not
                                                                           let me restart.
                                                                      The face of you, the smell of you,
                                                                           will always be with me.



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