My ever-skipping heart,
That flirts with pain on every beat,
That urges me to foolishness,
That turns the merest glance received
Into an oasis of illusory delight,
That seeks out joy in the most hopeless of places,
That twists and turns from day to day,
And risks fearful misery in every waking hour:
May you never be stilled.
For every pain you dare to endure,
Is as nought to the joy that you dare to find.© Jack Blackburn, 19th April 2013
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