Heart of my heart

In the heart of my heart
Buried deep, so deep
Lies a tiny little chest of scars
Locked forever to sleep
“Wake”, said the pounding
Of my heart so weak
“Wake”, said my being
Ever so bleak
The little chest quivered
And began to queak

Love and love

If love was pure
If it was pure
And available
Without any price
Without disguise
If love could stay
If only it may
More than a fraction of perception
More than something so loose and unfair
If love was here
For you, me and all
For the broken and the lost
The healed too, at no cost
If love was there
Not being unfair
To the poor in heart
To the weak in soul
If love was true
If only it was
I don’t know what it could cause
Love and love
Dreams of a fool
Fantasies of no rule