close to the heart is a secret place
where dreams are stored away
and sturddy candles of life
are kept against a darker day
and there, too, are the memories
the memories of laughter
the shared tears
the little things that mean so much
seen through the mist of years
our dearest wishes
deepest loves
the burdens that we bear
the essence of our being
lies in what we harbor there
to each his own
a hide away
that has no counter part
the treasure of the house
of the soull
that lies some where
close to the heart
no im not with anyone its just a old poem
