Love of places, love of things,

wretched birds with broken wings,

new romantic flutterings

have space within my heart.

 

Distant cousins, absent friends,

wayward folk who make amends,

hopes for how the story ends

have space within my heart.

 

Beaches, mountains, lakes and trees,

floral scents upon the breeze,

those momentous memories

have space within my heart.

 

Inspiration from my muse,

catching up with welcome news,

laid back evening barbecues

have space within my heart.

 

Starting wars, ending lives,

cities bombed where none survives,

High Streets plagued by crime with knives.

Be strong my breaking heart.