No Desire Of Heart

No Desire Of Heart
Life with out love
Is like a tree with out
Blossoms or leaves
Love has purely
No other desire
But to fulfill itself
To melt and to be like
A beating heart
To sing it's melody all day
And Through the dark night
To wake to a dawn to
Broken hearts in life
And give thanks
For an other day
Of my beating life.
David P Carroll