My Honest Heart

If a pen be my inspiration then the ink be my sword,

My heart has never felt trust as that she feels in thine own hand

My hand may flow away with me in my dark hours

My truth may be dressed in ink and in my words

My soul does not know any escape from the crueltyI endure,

Iknow no limits to my requests or my actions of heart felt pleas

My plea listened to less at this time

You are in my heart inbedded in my soul, actions and my body

My hand writes what my heart dare not feel

Ican surpress my thoughts and bury them below for none to see

But to be dishonestto you would be like cutting my life in two

Ialways show my heart to your soul and understand you hear her presence

You know her honesty and her truth as you hold her essence

You do not yet understand the ways of my heart and feeling of fast

My heart, be true, be honest, be faithful in your advance.

My love knows no bounds nor any barriers for my love

Iwill love you my whole life, through all and throughout