Life had a choice heart
yet day after day
hammered and chiseled and spoke her away.

Dare, if you will, to ask life today
“Do you believe that you made the right play?”

(Gnashing of teeth and cry with all might)
“Would that I treated that golden heart right.
Would that she grant me the morn, noon and night.”

Ask the heart, “Girl, how steadfast must you be?”
“I’ve fought many miles to love me,” answered she.

Art Credit, “I Love Me” by Lyla W., age 6