“Tale of the heart”

My eyes can be troubled, but my heart is still fair and time can only release the salt.
Of promises made on love’s parade in the bubble of the child in the adult.
The words do not say nor express the tale of the heart, the wings of the soul in search of.

Honesty is rare and to be wise a greater gift that is given through life and love.
My mind can be troubled, but my heart is still fair and time can put closure on the day.
Of praise and disgrace, but above all things that’ll amaze, you of the beauty in forever what may.
The journey not the stations, the moments in its time will deliver you things to explore.
The harder you try, the more you lie and desperation will increase to even more.
For what may be, it comes naturally, I believe in the ways of the heart.
Never to late to anticipate for painting a life full of art,
Paint the tale of your heart.