He Guards His Heart

His heart was given once before
And done so willingly
But beaten, broken, still its sore
He guards it carefully

He lends it every now and then
But never fully lets it go
To someone he has deemed a friend
For they may turn a foe

The bruises seem to linger
On his lonely half-healed heart
And he needs to find the finger
Capable of healer’s art

But so busily he tends
To his worn and tattered heart
He can't recognize the friend
That may give his life new start

So patiently she waits
Till he learns to lift his eyes
And discovers sincere love
She has no wish to disguise