Puzzle of My Heart
What makes up the puzzle of my Heart
Tiny little pieces, all strewn apart
Separate and scattered, no one knows
Together as one, molds a heart of gold.
What makes up the canvas of my Life
Lines of grey depict the strife
So many colors to paint my sweet bliss
Bold, bright strokes…what hopeful promise!
Who can see through the window of my Soul
From the outside in, what does it show
A plain façade houses a strong, unwavering will
Unopened doors reveal hidden, treasured frills.
Who knows of the essence of my Core
Tightly wound, there is much to explore
Few hold the key which unlocks the gates...
The gates that guard the Forbidden Fate