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She put her heart in his hands
She put her heart in his hands and he dropped
It. No greater carelessness can there be than to
Be trusted with a girl's most precious and most
Sacred possession and then not take care of it.
Not give it the love it deserves, nor cherish it
For all it's worth, but no, he dropped it. Not
Intentionally he didn't think, but still a bad case
Of butterfingers, and then a momentary slip,
And it was gone, falling from too great a height
To survive, a poor defenceless loving heart, so
Trusting and oh so fragile, now tragically broken.
Can this heart recover, will it mend? Is there still
Time or will this oversight always be a reminder
Not to trust wholeheartedly ever again? Sadly,
Only time will tell; but both hearts hope for better
Things in the future - together or apart.
© Joseph G Dawson