Who Can Train A Heart?

Who can train a heart? Not you, My Love, and not I.

If I could train this poor heart, I wouldn't just sit here and cry.

Who can order the halt to a warmth that flows through the soul

Because of your voice in my ear or your laugh that rumbles and rolls?

Who can conquer a wish when the dearest of hopes lies quite bare?

I look at your face and I yearn as I mutely refrain and despair.

Who can train a heart? Not this lady, Sir.  It's no lie.

Although you may never know, I'll love you 'til the day that I die.


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Rachel  Marie Tate's picture

I have often wished I could train my heart to avoid being hurt, but as I have lived through my torments, and healed my heart--though I have many scars--I find that I grew in ways I would not have imagined possible through the healing process... I, also, have a love in my heart that may never be known to him- but will stay with me until the day I die... this piece struck a nerve...