Chambers of the Heart

My heart will always hunger
For the love you cannot find
Because you're not quite able
Doesn't mean you are unkind…

How can you give to me
What you can't begin to start?
How can you share your love
If it isn't in your heart?

A heart is made of chambers
That divide the ebb and flow…
And somehow it survives
What can seem a fatal blow…

But how can it feel such loss
Of what it never really gained?
And why is the beat so strong
That pulses with your name?

Sharon Frye