My heart is like an iceberg

Not cold and hard

But seven-tenths hidden

If I love you only

With the tenths that show

My love won’t last the course

But if I am to love you

With my whole heart

I must face the pain

Of hidden things

Surfacing

Come, Lord

With the Titanic of your love

Collide with my heart

And in that great collision

Let it be my reservations

That sink forever.

Gerhard Kelly