Such caring lies there in the heart
Just waiting to be free.
Open up the lock
With your thoughts as the key.

By holding back love
You withhold your true self,
And therein miss out
On the greatest of wealth.

Forgiveness and kindness
Are ways to show love.
Compassion and giving
Are the gifts from above.

When spread about freely
Inside you do blossom.
But withheld deep inside
It’s just like playing possum.

For the soul it seems dead
When your gifts you do hold.
But it comes quite alive
When allowed to unfold.

There’s no need to clutch them
And hold them so close.
There’s nothing to gain
Being tense and morose.

Open your heart
And let the love pour,
And into your life
Will flow oh so much more.