It can be mended…

Would that I could lift a heart
That’s fallen to the floor
That I could love and cherish it
For now and evermore.

Would that I could do that small thing
Before my frail heart breaks
Please let me do that caring thing
In love for both our sakes.

No words you need to utter here
Yet silent you’re torn apart
So I will bend and pick it up
And mend your broken heart.

©Joe Wilson – It can be mended…2016

Swan song…

In satin shoe she took a step
Out onto stage as if set free
And as she did the pas-de-deux
Her broken heart, no one could see.

Engaging others as she danced
With ballerinos she excelled
Yet though as lovers they romanced
All thoughts of that had been dispelled.

Romance the papers talked about
Her secret life laid bare for all
But love in spotlight oft burns out
And broken heart caused her to fall.

And as she fell in motion, slow
Her life now almost gone
A crushing sense of sadness
She was the dying swan.