Heart on my sleeve

I will take the risk

To open my heart again

To wear it on my sleeve

(Maybe with an overcoat over the top??)

What is it gonna profit me

To become the cavalier cynic

Who no longer believes

In a love that is true

And am I just being naive

In coming out on this side

Of an oh so perplexing

Age old quandry?

Sometimes I think my soul is just too young

With its belief in true love

I hope to think that innocence will win the day

When really

The truth is

That in this day and age

Even the softest heart needs to be made

Of tempered steel

To survive the heat

Of the thicket and fray

So excuse me if I do

Keep opening my heart to you

I may end up seeing it trampled in dust

And live to count the cost

But at least I wont be numb

And I will know

That even if I lose

I never surrendered my truth

And in the end

Despite everything

I gave this quest

Of loving you

My very very best