Mon coeur...my heart
Is where I start
A journey as long as present and past
Over metaphorical oceans, oh so vast
Tranquil seas of turquoise blue and emerald green
Oasis to seas which for a time were violent and mean
Mon coeur...my heart
Would not be torn apart
A berth in a favorite Mediterranean port
Provided safe harbor of a sort
Reminding mon coeur...my heart
It had yet to reach the start
An unexpected voyage to an uncharted sea
Would lead me to believe there was something more for me
A voyage that made up for the many years of frustration
That always led to perpetual exasperation
Mon Coeur...my heart
Had at last reached the start
An open sea to travel
Honest words that never felt the gavel
A closeness
An openness
Both of which had not been felt
Both of which made my heart melt
Impeccable conversation
Invigorating recreation
She had to be made for me
We fit together so perfectly
My best friend...ma chere
My Elmo to her Carebear
Sunny days
Stormy days
Through those we made our way
And together forever we would stay
The journey over an endless placid sea
Was not meant to forever be
Shoal in the night
7th of June if I remember right
Mon coeur...my heart
Was finally torn apart
I know that all happens for a reason
And some are only with us for a season
But little does that help
All I can muster is the weakest yelp
For what I lost in the end
Was my best friend
This one truly does come from the heart...I am in a better place than I was on the 7th of June, a day the in the historic words of FDR will "live in infamy". This poem has been quietly simmering the past few days and was inspired, in part, by a double entendre. I am strong, for that which does not **** us, only makes us stronger and I will persevere. As for mon coeur...my heart...I'm not sure if, when and where that might start. Thanks for reading...Live 4 Love
