a valentine

Some hearts are meant to be broken
As life goes
And some hearts can never heal
Like an errant crack
And like the ice on a lake
With spots of snow lingering
When does one know
The safety of walking

How red is the red
To represent the flow
Of love wandering
Through
A beating heart

Yet we all reach
Out, with the hope
Of a feeling that will
Make us feel

There is no right to love
No left to leave
No way to measure
The way we feel about the
Loss

All art and verbiage are @ olives and you 2009-2012 unless otherwise stated.