The other heart
SHE never does complain she keeps it to herself
she knows what pain can be and lives in spite of all the things
that happen in her day. SHE has a heart that never could be stone
she loves her charges she loves the life around her
she loves the people that she meets she loves them
everyone of them complete eye have never met no one
so intent on love and trying so hard to avoid it with
the attitude of selfless true devotions.
She has no ready answers no used up wet clichés
she thinks just what she wants to say.
She has been hard used in her poor lifetime yet lives as rich
as me and ewe. She raises no Cain sugar but she has so much
to do the busy that she is is calm to me and you.
There is a love in me in this my heart inside my chest
for my Antoinette she knoes just who she is and where
and what she has to get she just needs a dream to be with me
and rest assured this love for violette is not the one for you.
She has her roses when she needs some love and wants to be alone
she brushes them against her cheek and dreams of love alone
she keeps her tears inside herself and mixes them with love
and her reality is someone else's luck
she helped a passing stranger
she is my other heart.
