Why Is The Heart Red? Poem by Lovita Morang

Why is heart red,
Is it made of blood, flesh and things sad,
mad fat heart fret, O, we know its great, of that heart red, of all great of love
How does it beat when it sees red, seeds of hope in heaps
over the serene flow of sea, waves, waving flights of dove.

Do heart dread, when did it dread and why do it dread
Still, why heart is red, healing peeling the pain in plain trip
Scaling sense other hearts sink in abyss, shrink in abuse, shrek in wrecked ship, bemused,
Sigh in another hearts beat, lover's speed of hope, neck break
talk a mile a minute, hurry burry skip a beat....a breath
Heart is red
I heard that science said that
I try to hear society say that,
I heard that lovers say that. That's not all, atall
I heard it fell hard on me, on you.

O that happy heart What made it grow fonder, Ah! You happy lady, fair and well full of wonder. Why will not your heart in distances grow, show love like a fair and lovely lover.

Did you knock, knock, knock?
I heard that the sound of heart falling,
Break in the clouds, rain pouring.
Like a leaf leaving the tree, to find reverie on earth,
falling hard on rock.
A poet whisper and say in soft, in shock
Woke up to tell-a-tale of a woven heart....What did I hear
"my heart
a fallen leaf
caught in a web of love."
-Lovita
London thumakda in India Dear most beautiful and respected Poet Donall Dempsey
(May the world learn from you how to protect the heart from falling ill-will, and track the heart from falling into goodwill)