Sleeve Heart

Lord, hold my soft romantic heart as I wait

For another to hold it within theirs.

There are times when it may fall from my sleeve

To the ground below.

Be there to pick it up,

And this I ask: please be there quickly.

I’ve noticed my sleeve a horrible place to hold

A soft romantic heart.

Easily noticed yet easily tampered with.

Though the choice, indeed, is mine,

The childish feelings are, indeed, just that;

Childish.

So as a child with a boo-boo,

I bring my sleeve before you

Complete with one soft romantic heart.