The Heart

You can tell it What to do— Be firm, Be smart— But never forget, The heart has a mind Of its own; You can tell it Where to go— With whom To board And flow— But even Little children Should know, The heart has a way Of its own; You can tell it How long to stay, With whom to make House and play— Making vows To never betray, But the heart Has a time Of its own; Yes, the heart loves… And the heart roams; Often new faces And voices Not our Imagined choices— The heart is never Entirely known For sure, The heart Is a subject Alone—