The Big Heart

He always had a big heart.
He could never wait for Christmas
or a Birthday to give the gifts.

He would always give them
before the big day.
He wanted to bring
joy then and there.

The gifts of love,
the puppy too big,
planes, trains, and
automobiles.

Always thinking about
his loved ones.
Always wanting
to please them.
Always wanting
to spend his time with them.
Always giving love,
as well as receiving love.

As time went by
the love slowly seemed
to be coming his way less often.

This puzzled him.
What was going on?
Was this how love goes?
Was this just a natural thing?

Was this just the toll that
the years had on passion,
or was there something wrong?

This was really worrying him.
These feelings of love
were what he lived for.

Was it something that he had done,
that he was not aware of?

He tried to inquire yet
he was unable to come up
with an answer.

This went on for some time.
He was always trying to figure out
what the problem was, without success.

He wonder why the love was fading.
It was very frustrating.

After a time, he seemed to resent the fact that
something that meant so much to him
was slipping away.

This effected his behavior
in a strange way.

He tried to put on
a tough guy facade so
people wouldn't take
advantage of his kindness,
and good nature.

Beneath his rough
and rugged exterior
he was really a big softy.

He had been
taken advantage of before.
At times, when he felt like
he had been wronged,
he would lash out and
say things that
he didn't really mean.

Things that would really hurt,
for along with his big heart
he had a big temper,
and a big mouth.

He said some really stupid things
to some of the people that meant
the most to him.

After his temper
let him regain control,
he realized
what he said was wrong.

It always made him feel so badly.
He never wanted to hurt anyone.

Especially the ones he loved,
but they were usually the ones
that his big mouth would attack.

In the fit of anger his
temper would convince him
that he was justified in saying
the kinds of thing he did.

It was the devil
whispering in one ear,
and an angel
whispering in the other.

The devil up to his tricks.

He fell for it
time and time again
when his temper
had control of his soul.

He was told
that the devil tells us lies,
that he comes
like a thief in the night
and steals
all of our treasures.

He didn't believe.
He didn't listen.

Now he stands alone
with empty pockets,
and an empty heart.

He now has the strength
to battle the devil
and waits for his chance
to win back all of
the treasures he lost.

Will he get the chance ?
Does the devil play fair?

Is the devil afraid to face
this "Big Heart"
now that he can not
be tricked by the lies?

The "Big Heart"
would surely win
given the chance.

Will he get his chance?