Yes I wear my heart upon my sleeve
Its tender as a peldal from a delicate flower
I needs to give , it needs to believe
Like grass of spring needs rain shower

Sometimes  it cries like a new born child
And other times it’s light just like a feather
Sometimes it’s mixed up like plants of the wild
And even  gets angry like nasty weather

Broken today like glass hitting rock
Yet singing tomorrow like birds in the spring
My heart on my sleeve , I never will lock
It flutters with love, like a butterfly’s wing

Written by E.M.Rushton
August 16th 2018