What Can a Heart do?

What can a feeble heart do?

Other than stare at the vast blue

Swirling high and forever void

Swaying to dreams, it can't avoid

How can a trembling heart ever try?

To spell your name and not cry?

If it can't even tame its fantasies,

If it won't ever correct, its fallacies

What can my selfish heart do?

Other than dream days, I never knew

Is there anything for foolish old me?

Besides, pray, wait, and see

No, since my love was never brave,

Because I only stared as you'd fade

Now what can my heart do?

Except love, love in all its blue

In dreams, beyond time or plane,

Where my "I love you's" flow unrestrained