'my Sweet Heart''

Sometimes, my heart cries When he sees people in hell, while others dwell in paradise But do other hearts feel same for him? That will be in his wildest dream But should that let my heart let go of that emotional price And join the rest to despise? No! not when the bearer of my heart's light is not dim He together with him forms the perfect team So my heart will be nice To both the 'fool'' and the 'wise'' No one's chance of my heart's care will be slim For to his mind, every ray is capable of joining to form a beam Where love is, there my heart lies Everyone is welcomed to his humble abode, including spies. For my heart does not masquerade to dance to anyone's rhythm He flows naturally like the stream.