My Heart

My Heart

Breaks for you,
Daughter of long sunsets
I let so many of you down,
Tears falling from eyes that I failed to tell
Were so precious in sight not mine

My heart

Yearns for truth
And lips with speech unleashed
Passion to captivate a kindred near
Our sight restored to horizons wide
Unfailing in its courageous breadth

My heart

Streaked with spilled blood
Poured out from crosses carried daily
And lifted from night unto night
Whispering words from the wounds
I failed to let Love carry

My heart

Loves to love
Heals each time you call
And breaks each time we fall
Bears new scars from ages gone by
And dreams for a dawn's golden sky

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