Sacred Hearts' Vows

Interspersed with shadowy memories, the blades of grass blowing in the wind. I find you desolate and without a weathervane, no one to direct you and you without a cause. Some distant yearning, a heart once felt, a body lusted after. Your own memories cascade through my head, deafening my own song; Muting my screams. With some innocence, we both pretend to be born again. For nothing really matters we say, not to anyone but our secret hearts. So sell me what you will, tell me what you want and I’ll do the same for you. But the truth is not so tainted, not so brutal that it ought haunt either one of us. Fight the fight if you so chose, let it runs its steam out all on its own. Either way, it is not our concern; Not a matter of our hearts, if you please to see it so. So do as you will, just do not taint our sacred hearts’ vows.