My Heart

My Heart

A treasure in the farthest depths

Out of reach, oh yes

For if it were easy to retrieve,

A treasure it would not be.

A faint whisper of its history

Resides in it but is still a mystery,

For how could something survive so long

With ever more numerous scars.

Its surface remains thick and hard

Nothing ever able to penetrate it,

Until a weapon so quiet and quick

Dashes straight through to the center of it.

The treasure so long encased in its shell

Expands and bursts out from the gates of its own hell,

A glowing crimson is seen from afar

Illuminating the man who holds my heart.

Copyright © Aris Lisvacor

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