Whispers of the Heart

Life’s game, a delicate dance,

Each wish granted, a price to prance.

I’m hesitant to ask, to bid or pray,

Lest life’s balance shifts, and I lose my stance.

Life’s plans, a mysterious weave,

Give and receive , a deal hard to conceive.

I’ll hold dear what I have, my peaceful soul

And navigate life’s journey, with what I perceive.

Life’s balance sheet, an unsettling score,

Each wish granted, a treasure lost forevermore.

I tremble to ask, to plead or sigh,

Lest life’s cruel hand takes away what I dearly adore

I’ve paid the price, the cost of desire,

A piece of my soul, a heart’s burning fire.

The ache of what’s lost, a hollowed space,

Echoes of memories, a bittersweet wreath I wear

Life’s plans, a mysterious, heartless design,

Takes with one hand, and gives with the other in vain.

I’m left with tears, and a heart that’s worn,

Longing for what’s lost, forever in pain.

Heart’s wish, a whispered prayer,

A fragile hope, that life may spare.

Each wish made, with trembling caution,

Lest joy’s fleeting, and love’s rare.

I’m content with what I have, my heart’s nest,

Don’t want to gamble with life’s unrest.

The unknown cost, a precious toll,

I’d rather cherish what’s mine, and rest.