My Tender Heart

I write with a tender heart.

A heart that beats of sweet

red rum wit a twist of lime.

This heart carries a tune.

This tender heart beats on time.

Some are sad, some glad.

I love the tunes my tender heart

beats in summer June.

When my tender heart is 

happy it shows by:

My smile.

My work.

My walk.

My talk.

My love.

My reactions says it all when

my tender heart displays on

my pretty round brown face.

My tender heart never skips 

a beat for love.

I love the tender heart inside

of me.