You Make Me Wonder Poem by Liz Connolly

you make me wonder
you
make me wonder
wonder i have and wonder i will
if words were empty
could a shallow heart fill
or were words true would a heart boil over
to dropp the frazzled love bugs
or that four leaf clover
that tends to wilt in vain
to sit
at the bottom of a pocket
with the denim dyed lint?
that
of my heart was not derived
but the sparks i recount
galavanting about
dashed triumphantly into my eyes