This Little Heart

Its a quiet night, the cold breezy wind blows. In my own little world, warm and filled with songs of hope and love piping in through the earphone. Thinking of the proceedings, of going back to being single. Thinking of the past - trying not to think of it. I have not been through the worst, but much more than most would have.

This Little Heart

Years ago, we made a promise,

To live as one, to be as one.

To seek happiness and build our lives together.

My little heart had hope, 

Of seeing the end of sadness; the start of joy.

But things changed, you wanted more,

The simple life of hope, the simple song of joy,

These no longer resounded in you.

You only saw your fears,

Seeking others; forgetting the one standing beside you.

Why did you break this little heart?

Why promise when all you sought for was yourself?

Of love and hope, gifts and forgiveness,

Of support and encouragement, hugs and care,

These you trampled upon:

Claiming that you loved when all you gave was a lonely winter.

So things will go, but not as you wished.

This simple life of hope, this simple song of joy,

Still burns warmly within me.

You stripped me of all I have,

But hoping I will; that I will find love again someday.

Why did you break this little heart?

Why could you not see beyond the mirror?

Of love and hope, gifts and forgiveness,

Of support and encouragement, hugs and care,

These I will keep for now:

I will give them to myself when they were once for you.

I might be down, but I am not broken.

The past is past, and morning is coming;

The Lord has a better plan for me,

He has blessed me greatly;

He has set one apart for me,

To fill this little heart of mine with blessings and lots of hugs.

So this little heart will be mended,

This little heart will beat as one with another.

Of love and hope, gifts and forgiveness,

Of support and encouragement, hugs and care,

These I will give another:

To one who will consider me, accept me and love me - See! The morn has come!