They say wild hearts can't be broken
You were my wild heart, trying to lasso the moon.
Would you give it to me if I asked?
Did you know all of my secrets, for it seems you did?
My darkest places and my shining light.
Things no one else saw, things I tried to hide.
I stood with my soul bare before you, shaking and afraid.
But you loved me anyway and everything was sweet.
And I knew those places in you, too, and loved you for every
flaw, every perfect moment, everything you were, had
been and would ever be.
Two wild hearts, one still beating, the other still.
Who will love me now?
Original poem by Suzanne Ballard, copyright 2010
“You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look toward another land. There is no other land; there is no other life but this.”
