A story of the heart that is like no other tales;
     with no twinkling fairies but tough trails.
Kept in years for someone to rescue and free;
     or to chain in fear from the ropes of hurt, i foresee.

The heart is different compared from the norm;
     a cold heart that can pause for a lady's warmth.
Let it be infinite years, love I can wait;
     even time can't dictate when the foe is faith.

Now she made it despite the thorny trials;
     bringing the warmth to melt the ice he feels.
Is this really the love I longed to have?;
     ask the wondering heart to the mind above.

With the signs the heart embraced the warmth;
     though it knows that it will be purged with storms.
Armored against the tides of greater hurt;
     for this is not the fairy tale one asserts.

A reserved heart I kept for too long;
     now in someones hands, heart be strong.
A love in a canvass of pure abstract art;
     Painted in blood of the reserved heart.

                                                         ­    - MKA