The Story Of The Cyanosed Heart.

Hopeless he was in love,
And many a time he has fallen.
Unconditionally he always gave,
Yet many a time he has broken.

He had a type, he supposed,
Proud, popular and ever so confident.
One like himself, he propsed,
Silent, strong and never dependent.

They did return his love,
With letters, kisses and gifts uncountable.
But then they always left,
Hazy memories and broken hearts innumerable.

Hid in a shell he did
To block the pain and cold of the world
Completely blind he was
To his true love in front of him who swirled

Sad and lonely he became,
His heart tore to see the others.
But he pushed her away,
For pain he could never suffer.

His heart got no air,
Blue it was starting to turn.
For love is oxygen,
And without it no fire could burn.

Finally he let her in,
The blue heart she dissolved away.
Gave him all her love,
And threw his shell deep in the bay.

Happily they forever lived,
The fire always kept burning.
Joyful and delighted,
With no more sadness or yearning.