It is filled with dejection,
filled with pain and sorrow
filled with silent reveries; for it is
a heart treated with scorn.
A lonesome heart it is that is
deprived of love & care.
The thoughts of the wrath of
loneliness seep through the
veins of a lonesome heart; It
begs
and cries for joy.
It lost in the race
for returned love and won in the
race for unrequitted love; for it bleeds for the wrong one.
Alas!
The thoughts wreck your heart
of hearts.
Weariness visits when your lonesome heart is worn on your sleeves..."
But your heart is free today; for you have found the rightful sire
of your heart;
it is free from the scornful vultures that prey on
your joy and pray for your sorrow.
It is free for you are
pulled from the wreckage of your
silent reveries.
Now you can live
forever young with your leaping heart.
What a beautiful relief!