Wretched Little
Heart of Mine
Originally by
Deborah Woolverton
First
written by a lady for a man but, to be
appropriate for my perspective, I change the object to “her” and change some
words. Also, this poem is very suitable, as of the moment, to describe my
feelings for someone.
(My
version)
Oh
little wretched heart of mine, why won’t you understand?
For
once listen to me, and do as I demand.
As
much as it will hurt us, it’s time to tell our love goodbye,
Your
overwhelming sadness makes the tears spill from my eyes.
It’s
true that we still love her, no doubt we always will
But
sometimes our greatest fantasies aren’t meant to be fulfilled.
In
the time that we were with her, she brought us so much joy,
Her
caring kindness helped rebuilt, what others had destroyed.
We
only meant to love her, simply that and nothing more,
But
the problems we’ve created can no longer be ignored.
Though
the pain that we are feeling cuts through us like a knife,
It’s
time for us, my little heart, to step out of her life.
Little
heart when you are aching, and you find it’s her you miss,
Just
remember all her attention and goodness, and fondly reminisce.
-J.K.P.
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