Heart Is Not An Onion

Peeling away the layers of an onion, that have been for years a companion, avoid, in it are the frozen tears! Past was a lovely and pleasing smile, present is teasing and too fragile, future doubtful, has so many fears! Let the layers do their job and hide, no core, just a sleeping dormant tide, layers are keeping portraits of dears! Heart is heart don't treat it as onions, deposits are memoirs of friendly unions, let the heart beat with all its gears! (Source of Inspiration: - Micropoem. - Poem by Marie Shine Like an onion a heart has many layers Only love can peel them away to reveal the core)