Oh playful heart of mine,
where have you gone?
I only glanced away for a second
and where there used to be sun and warmth,
is now snow, rain, and cold.
Tell me why, heart,
why have you left me
yearning for what I once had?
While I still feel the love,
the youthful playfulness is gone.
Is that what happens with maturity?
If so, then - maturity - be gone!
I want,
I need, both feelings, together - at once.
To pull you ever so close to me
and lay a big wet kiss on your forehead, cheek, or other part,
to act and be silly only in your presence.
Oh playful heart of mine,
I opened my eyes this morning and
I thank God you’ve returned!
The playfulness never really leaves it just hides sometimes. Another well written poem :)