The Heart

Dedicated to Trixie

A dash of tingles

Where soft love whispers

A song that was sung

The heart listens.

To be or not to be

To love or not to love

What is or what is not

The heart knows

Where sprinkles of sugar,

The bitter gourd grows.

The bitter-sweet dish

The heart tastes.

A crack, a line

Weathering grows.

The sparks ceased

The hearts falters.

Needing of oxygen

It works to give

Life to a soul

The heart beats.

Author's note: this was written during legacy, when my teacher asked us to write about BGR, so I wrote it in the heart's view point. Apparently, a lot of my friends like this one. Hmm…what do you think? Pls review.