I wear a confused heart on my sleeve
But for this I am not ashamed,
For I find it hard to believe
Love has restrictions.

If all were to do the same
Love would come first
And hate would lose its fame
So start by re-locating that heart.

They say it’s not smart
To be so ready to wield
An already weakened heart
That is missing its shield.

The joke is on them
Because it will soon be removed
Much like a priceless gem
Just waiting to be found.