Analysis of Lifted Heart

If I were to acquire thine heart
Would mine grow firm ?
As tho we toil in a form of art,
Expressesing love which bade us well,

There lives a stubborn strain
Which yields of lost promises,
Of swift manners;thou cannot contain,
For gifted dreams we dream,

As tho unmatchable; much the same,
A passioned stream; leaked apart,
Priorities taking granted claim,
And there I vowed; love to mine kin

As I sink; a savvy stone,
To toil these sands in tone,
Until chiseled to the bone,
Mine heart may bear alone

6/19/13 ~ Erwin Jung