Open Heart

Open Heart

I speak, my maiden coyness long forgot,
My passion clearly laid before your view,
Exposed my every feeling, all my thought,
An open book awaiting your review.
I sing my heart in sonnets soft and sweet.
I whisper tender words into the air.
I’m smiling, laughing, dancing down the street.
I feel you all the time and everywhere.
I’ve never understood the courtship rules.
To me, the way I feel is not a game.
If distance and pretense must be the tools
In arts of love, I guess I’m doomed to shame.

But if you want an open heart and true,
Accept the gift I freely offer you.

- Marilyn Gordon
- January 27, 2001

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