To Wendy

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Updated 03/12/2021
Created 09/05/2013
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To Wendy

From Heaven you came into my life
But I didn't have the eyes to see.
My cold heart was locked in a cell
Surrounded by a prison wall
To keep all hurt from me.

You chipped at the walls around my heart
Your stunning eyes made me stumble.
My breath raced faster when you were near
I tossed my blinders, beheld your beauty
My walls began to crumble.

I realized that my walls were breached
The first time I dared hold your hand.
The angst once felt about letting go,
Throwing caution to the wind was now
Ebbing like wave washed sand

I paid no heed to all my alarm.
In spite of thinking this a flaw
The more you stood at my heart's cell door
Looking in and picking at the locks
The more my heart did thaw.

The night I finally kissed you
You emitted intense white heat
The last hasp melted, the cell door opened,
The once lifeless lump in that cold cage
Now thawed began to beat.

So my beautiful Italian Angel
You made me re-realize so well
It is a much smaller price to pay in pain
To free a lonely cold heart than
To keep it locked in a cell.


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