Your Heart...

( A work in progress)

A rare and beautiful bird
lives deep within
the very core of your heart.

Sometimes...
when I listen
to those silent painful pauses
I can hear its song...
faintly

And though It flutters its wings
and longs to be set free
it sings its song behind
a carefully tended
and bejeweled cage
with golden bars.

I drink in your smile
and wonder...
that bird...
to caress that fragile bird
in my hands
to feel its rapid beat...
What joy

Would you trust me?
To set it free?
so it could soar
to sing its song
of freedom and love?