In every heart there lies a cemetery Buried deep within Full of forlorn loves Left beneath the loam and silt Stilted and jilted and staggering The mind is full of landmines Yet the heart is pockmarked with graves Many dug by the tender More filled by the mender In each heart, lies Whisper through aorta like avenues Tread carefully upon this hallowed ground For every heart is full of pitfalls Mind your visit – lest you stay Longer; longed for Yearned; unearned Urned in ashes Burned away in memory Love cuts us open To deposit names upon veins Dates mark the dates Caution your entry Guard tend tend to your garden Your graves