A Trespass

Dear heart, dear oh wretched heart;
how do I show you to a pair of unbelieving eyes?
How do I prove your justness, your soundness,
your deep and caressing throbs?

Are we not designed to beat
the proof of love through a hand?
Are we not united in purpose
to assuage a bitter cry?

So why have you left me, my heart?
What do your strings play?
Why do you abandon my tongue
when I must display you at your best?

Does the discord of another heart
have you tangled, writhing, and lost?
Have you forgotten your greatest grace,
your soothing and tender cheer?

I have wrought and I have molded,
a most distressful truth
That my heart has forsaken
the one most hungered for my love