Shape of My Heart

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Eddie Diaz
Hints of Eddie Diaz/Evan “Buck” Buckley

Song Lyrics: Shape of My Heart as done by Sting

Shape of My Heart

It was the monthly boy’s night out card game at Eddie’s. This coincided with the girl’s Wine Night.
Eddie was deemed the least likely to not cheat when dealing so he was usually the one with the cards.
Everyone kept forgetting his time in the army and those games he played there.

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn’t play for the money he wins
He doesn’t play for respect

He gives that fake smile as he works the deck to their laughter and drunkenness.

He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance

Memories of those friends in war and battles lost in the back of his mind.

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that’s not the shape of my heart

The only thing that kept him going was family.
The little ruler of his heart at home

He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While a memory of it fades

And now that he is home, there is another sharing that space

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that’s not the shape of my heart

Sitting across from him, eyes on him
Sly smile on his face
Asking for another card

That’s not the shape, shape of my heart

And if I told you that I loved you
You’d maybe think there’s something wrong
I’m not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one

This man who holds his family in his hands and his heart

But those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost

Smiles the smile of promise of things to come

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that’s not the shape of my heart

Helping him sleep in the night
With just a touch

That’s not the shape of my heart
That’s not the shape, the shape of my heart

Fini
5/4/2025

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