Vagabond Heart

This was an old poem I had written..... I just felt like bringing it up again and changing it up, to be what it ought to have been from the start....




The vagabond heart
Can never be yours to hold on to.
The freedom; the unfettered existence
Makes her who she is.
She could never be forced to stay
Might linger on if let go.
A Spirit, as restless as a hurrying creek
Cannot be stilled into a silent lake.
You could be the bank, perhaps,
And run by her side to eternity
Or be a little leaf maybe,
And let her take you on an amazing journey
Who knows, the mysteries you could unfold
The magic you could find on that adventure!
The vagabond heart...
I could be yours forever.