Paper hearts.

Words are little paper hearts,

sometimes shot from a cupid’s bow,

that evoke many emotions,

echoing in the mind,

twisting all chords,

leaving one puzzled,

at the feelings mere words can yield.

They can make love,

bind you together in unison,

control you to follow,

with a mystery to make bridges,

between two hearts,

butterflies fluttering in stomach,

in an eternal love.

Like carved phrases or composed melodies,

flowing from the heart and soul,

in the whispering pages,

passing through ages,

etched with promises,

each word bleeding ink,

paper hearts cannot be replaced.

Posted in High on Poems.