That boy has my heart!
He says he found it
and it's 'finders keepers'...
his eyes daring me to take it back
grubby sticky fingers clinging
to it, adamant not to let go
Me, feeling the life flowing from me
(as I cannot live without a heart)
do not have a heart to take it back from him
seeing the reverence with which he
holds it to himself as if it is
the most sacred of possessions he
will ever possess…
YURI DURAAN
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-boy-has-my-heart/
