A heart becomes so brittle
When it receives so little
Like broken glass shattered
Cuts a heart that once mattered
Abandoned pieces of a heart bleed
Ready for a vultures next feed
A heart can so easily be broken
By the unconscious, by the same token
My words are no riddle
A heart merits an acquittal
From the pain and strain
Of receiving so little
Don’t you know
A heart lives to give
A heart gives to live
A heart was born to love
And that you can be sure of
A mortal body is a blessed vessel
Where a pure heart is sweetly nestled
Ready to give love and receive
With every breathe it breathes
Like the sun, a celestial body
Radiating warmth and brilliance
Like humans, capable of mending
A broken heart with such resilience
Love is the true essence
Of a hearts presence
Fear has no place
In the sacred space
Where a heart lives
Where love gives
Don’t you know
A heart lives to give
A heart gives to live
A heart was born to love
And that you can be sure of
By: Anna Iachino © KODA 2006
