MY DEAR HEART

My dear heart, can I ask you something?
Why is it so that you’re always stumbling?

While you speak about your sadness,
Is it all because of the madness?

That you keep spilling around,
Without making any sound.

I’v seen you shedding those naïve tears,
In the middle of night, out of your fears.

But what are those fears that you seem to hide?
Fears with which you’re always in fight.

I know it hurts you when I talk about it,
But please let me, at least a little bit.

For it hurts me when you’re in pain,
For you belong to me and I can’t let us live in vain.