Love's Capture

The heart flies like a winged bird,
Soaring above the clouds of heartbreak,
Feeling love come and go unheard,
It knows not to whom it's captures make.

The heart feels, love lost from nature's disgrace,
Broken into shreds, it's pieces lay shorn,
Love's last quest wronged by it's loyal embrace,
The pieces lain in mismatched place.

Yet love knows not what timing brings,
Another heart meant for it's rightful place,
The arrow captures, the heart it sings,
The heart befitted in love's empty space.

For when the heart has been shot from the skies,
The path it takes it knows not where,
If leading wrong, the ending lies,
The heart has lost it's piece to share.

But if the heart is captured by,
Love's own one, it's true soulmate,
Then path run clear and heart will fly,
No more an empty desolate.