Our Hearts Will Not Be Told...

...and yet this world condemns... ...yet what is this world without you in it...I fear... she placed a poesy at the entrance of my soul... ...it is here she sits in splendor... at this window...her love unfolds ...she will catch the first stone thrown...this love she will protect... ...for this stone resembles ownership...not a mere pebble behind the undertone... the self truth reflects... ...she will gently drop this pebble into a still warm pool... watch this thwarted wrath... this tiny ripple disperse... ...before you ...until this disappears... until your reflection reappears... yourself the self realised the truth ever fervent... ...stares back at you... ...our hearts will not be told... ...for our hearts behold...