Foolish

My heart ‘tis frozen ‘neath a wave
Of tears, it’s silent in its grave.
An icy tomb where dead dreams lie
And ghosts of passions weeping , fly.
How fragile was my heart! And yet,
T’was got by him whom I’ve just met.
I knew right then we could not be,
But then, he gave his heart to me!
I held it in my hands in awe,
Blindfolded, dumb, beheld no flaw.
In turn, I gave him what was mine--
My virgin heart, untouched through time.
And like a fool, I offered trust,
Aware not, what I held was lust.
T’was not his precious heart at all!
But flesh that craved to make me fall.
Not fall in love—t’was not his need.
His flesh it reeked of lust and greed.
And while he held it in his hand—
--my heart, it broke—like grains of sand.
Still here it tries to mend its pain
‘Til someone plays with it again.