Ears Are To Listen

There is an ear in the center of our heart.
And an ear, the same, to learn.
Another ear to split our fears,
And an ear in the midst of heard.

With an ear to end our year.
And yet again, to wrap up hear.
It is here, two finish tears.
This is proof, My Dear, I’m near.

If you listen close, you’ll see,
The hidden strength at the core of yearn,
Though tough, as people seek outside,
‘Stead of inside weary words.

May I leave with this, My Dear,
Within the median, appearing,
If you search to earn, begin to learn,
To rearrange the words more clearly.

Centering, kindheartedly,
Add the balance to un-bearing,
Painful thoughts of yesteryear.
Dare to wear your sense of caring

I swear, I’ve spent years of life rehearsing.

Lips ear to ear, now.
Switch gears and hear now, the answers within the searching.