Paper Heart

[Sharp]

You told the story of your heart

Made of paper, white and soft

Mine is made of paper too;

Crumpled, scrunched up,

Moulded into a tight ball

Bound with hate

At least it was, for a time

Too long to remember;

But you came along,

Took it in your hands,

You opened it, smoothed it,

You ironed out the creases

And then you toiled, strived;

You crafted my heart into

Something different, new,

Strong, clean, proud,

Then you held it aloft,

And let the breeze take it

And so away did my heart sail,

Alongside yours, paper too,

White and soft, pure and delicate;

Floating wherever the winds

Of love may take them,

Journeying together, alone no more