I know my heart is running.
I caught it in the act today.
I tried to stop it, honestly,
But it up and flew away.
I can't help it I'm surrounded
By those who, just like thieves,
Have a plan of action,
And my restless heart believes.
Alas, it's stolen! Then snatched back.
And stolen once again!
I try so hard to guard it
And to spare it senseless pain--
But against my will it tarries
Among smiles, enduring charm
From those who test the waters,
Risking daunting, gripping harm.
So among the wolves today
I caught it in the act,
And begged it to return itself,
Or else I'd snatch it back.
Without the guard you grant me
And when I didn't see,
It carried on flirtation
And returned, clandestinely.
Tomorrow, take it firmly, God,
And help me fix my eyes
On simple love, true friendships--
To stay far away from lies.
Too many things will steal my heart
When I admit defeat.
But you are guardian and Lord;
You alone cause it to beat.
So then: my heart's protection
Comes when I release
Its care into your faithful hands,
And let it beat in peace.
postscript
The title sounds cheesy. But it's really a prayer, to be honest. Not to my heart, but to God, to stay it. Not very well-written either. The meter changes about halfway through, I noticed. But finals are coming up, and I'll blame that for my lack of poetic inspiration.