Hearts speak to hearts in knowledge beyond words.
They bleed into each other when they meet.
They nest in feathered warmth like mating birds.
“Ah—there you are!” they say. “Now I’m complete.”
Hearts give themselves to hearts like Christmas toys—
Some soothe you in your sleep, like quilts of cotton;
Some pierce your soul with never-ending joys;
Some end up in a chest, lost and forgotten.
Hearts can break other hearts because they care
For nothing but the smugness of the vain.
But hearts bring hearts to life each time they share
Their every gift, without a thought for gain,
And light the way past envy and regret—
Like yours to mine did, on the day we met.
Copyright 2017 Matthew J Wells