Now I may not be able to write poetry (can't rhyme for toffees!), but prose is another matter ...
My heart is there if you look for it.
In the corner of a small garden
Behind a wall with a locked door.
My heart is there if you look for it.
The key to that door has to be found.
There is a name engraved on it - ‘Trust’.
My heart is there if you look for it.
Walk softly in the garden
For my heart is a shy creature.
My heart is there if you look for it.
And if you find it, stand quietly
Let it grow accustomed to your presence.
My heart is there if you look for it.
And if you should pick it up
Hold it carefully, for it is oh so fragile.
My heart is there if you look for it.
Just waiting ...