Matters of the Heart

Narrow was the path I walked Filled with gravels and stones The people it surrounded were all but illiterate Gifted with all knowledges But lack the heart Thus I stand before you Neither with pride nor ego But a sabotaged brain pleading for the heart For it has never felt love and had to show it in return Forgive on how I behaved For I thought too much and felt too little I learnt all the mechanism of the heart Yet this knowledge is nothing but strange to me But I swear on the very heart that Not another day on this earth shall pass That I won't be a slave for your love