The Palpitations of a Broken Heart

How my raw heart raved At the news of your departure For them that can read The sands of a forlorn heart Will the rains ever come again And hover my lover back to me? I groped for the blind guide Swore to fence his inner sight To eternally end his thieving me Of the only pearl That my heart longs to keep: That my eyes long to behold! I cried on my mother’s lap ‘Let me be; I must have her I must fly after her!’ Was all that forsoothing No more than just a hoodwink- A coquette’s meanly premium? These torrid passions Of a lonely heart Have torn an unforgettable path Thru’ the hows, whys and wherefores Of a gallant search For something to treasure! Were I a prince, a poet or even a pauper I would lead a chaste life I would attend to my calling Forget all the wicked nightmares And attune to a life of celibacy and negritude I would forfeit the worldly harvest! You who travel to her nooks and corners Will you tell me what’s behind the horizon? What clouds hide me from her skyline? Is there another star under God’s heaven That shines brighter in her heart1 Tell me- my vigilant sensibilities.