by prurienc@aol.com
xxiv

Your Heart

So many love just what the eye can see,
And want to have, to hold, but not to give.
They seek to capture that which must be free
For only then will life know how to live.
The best of who you are is deep inside.
True loveliness abounds with strength and grace.
Within your heart your essence does reside,
Revealed to those who see beyond a face.
My love does not depend on things you do.
Or choices made, or fickle circumstance.
Not on your perfect form or eyes so blue,
Or beauty that bursts forth with every glance.
Itís not what all can see that draws me near.
I know your heart, and thatís what I hold dear.