The Heart Is a Home For Fools

The heart is a home for fools,
for lovers and children
who break all the rules;
for strawberry girls
in blue gingham dresses,
the heart never knows,
it only guesses.

Some say the heart is cruel,
an out of hand joker,
an April Fool;
For Saturday boys
with chestnut eyes,
the heart never knows,
it only lies.

I think the heart is a dance,
I don't know the steps
but I still take a chance.
I dream about swinging
and dream about swaying ...

The heart
knows its partner,
and it's not saying.

© Paul Wittenberger 21 June 2017