A heart's sometimes like an arrow
That gets lost on its long turning on way
Or a flying high clouded lonesome sparrow
That not for long in the forest can stay
The seedlings of the passionate going songs
That grows on the heart to each sparkling give
And each new aspiring passion belongs
In its fulsome ways there to onward live
The colors of the truest summer blossom
The reddish with the pink shades between
The beauty of moments that kindle love's thought
Delicate and decent where roots are from
Each true compartment that can not be seen
In asking questions what love is and ought