Poems

The Heart

In life people reach for things,
and many there are.
You could reach for the stars,
or reach for Mars.
You reach for the clouds,
or a musical sound.
But I reach for something that is far more pure,
For I do not reach for a beautiful sound,
nor for fluffy white clouds.
Not for planet Mars,
not even the brightest star.
None of these things had the certain spark,
for I reach for the heart.
The heart is the soul of our body,
which can not be re-written.
Things from the heart are our soul purpose,
and in turn we reach for these things in life.
But never make them forgotten,
or you shall never feel forgiven.

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This was just a poem I wrote when I was younger that I wrote for my sister to put on her 18th birthday card. Although I have edited it a bit since then.