THE HEART

The heart will never grow so old,
That it will cease to break;
Not reserved for youth alone,
That old, familiar ache.

For there is no monopoly,
On pain from deep within;
It knows no age nor boundaries,
When the heart remembers when.

Maybe in a familiar song,
A distant melody;
The misty scent of sweet perfume,
Will bring back memories.

The heart will never grow so old,
That passion has died and gone;
Seasoned by the passing years,
The memory lingers on.

The heart will never cease to break,
From some distant memory;
The heart will never cease to love,
Until it ceases to be.

Allison Chambers Coxsey
2002