Dear heart,
Please stop a minute,
and sit under the hut
head stop pinching
and listen to me carefully.
You seem lost,
and am scarred, dreadfully.
Like the iron burns hot,
so are you when you sad.
But be happy just once,
you know when i have you have.
And it doesn't come just by chance.
Nana Kwame Nketsiah
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-letter-to-my-heart-pt-2/
