The poetry of my heart
Follows the song of my soul.
Although this heartache drowns me and
Its sorrow depletes my very being,
I hold my love for you close,
To protect it from those who would cheapen it.
From those who don’t believe it ever was, including, sometimes, you.
but I know that
It could have been.
It should have been.
(this is an updated, rework of a poem I posted two years ago)