How much a heart can hold

A little, a lot, or not at all
that’s how love will be
Not knowing its own depths
and sometimes too blind to see

Many words will convey
many will fail to tell
How hard it is to hold back
how hard to accept I fell.

And maybe it won’t be known
either to you or me
whether I love you or not
will sometimes be a mystery.

For when a heart learns to hold another
without breaking it
or leaving it cold
that’s a love none has ever measured
nor even poets could tell
how much that heart can hold.

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