Hearts play a part in mysterious life.
Beating, yet frozen for years, they survive.
At times a momentary flutter appears
With unfolding warmth, but then fears
Of exposure begin, and cold-as-ice
Glassy doors slam shut, holding in vice-like
Jaws unloved hearts. Then one marvellous day
Sweet lightning strikes, sends love and straying
Rainbows pierce a way in, gently they break
And melt the hard shell. Love then re-creates
A different place, a pulsating heart.
Which now unfolded, means loving can start.
Fay Slimm
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-unfolding-heart/
