My heart
could sing
a thousand
songs to you.
My heart can
barely contain
all the love
it has for you
My heart
has never been
Filled with
such happiness
My heart
has never opened
Like it did
when you came in.
Bob Boyd
Free verse poetry, mostly fiction, some nonfiction
My heart
could sing
a thousand
songs to you.
My heart can
barely contain
all the love
it has for you
My heart
has never been
Filled with
such happiness
My heart
has never opened
Like it did
when you came in.
Bob Boyd