The Heart
Just a little tenderness,
just a little love;
the heart brims with humanness,
gentle as a dove.
just a wish in every heart,
that seems out of reach
'cause we rarely play our part,
the heart yet to bleach.
how awesome the world would be:
heaven right on earth,
where like salmon in the sea,
we swim in life's mirth.
© 2014
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