Was the change of heart was suddenly there?
Did it mean a thing, did you really care?
Did it fade slowly; when did it start so?
I know you don’t know, but watch I can grow.
It’s my fault not seeing, my work, and my being.
My head is agreeing, my heart I’m burying.
Is there one more chance; please don’t take this stance?
Change heart to romance, I offer this branch.
© 2011 Michael Yost