The Heart
The heart will speak
with consent or not!
Will not be ruled
by logic Schooled –
Passion, a heart’s signet beat --
lesser thumps, go unrecorded.
No-way will a heart
be easily pacified – openly
bleeds~ inclined selflessly to feed
out...
Nor mere band-aide can
stem such profuse pouring, short of
a tourniquet noose -- its own rope
and spruce.
Yes, at its best, the heart cherishes,
and then, a pity, its own happiness
sometimes will raid – though the owner
tries reason, a world of intellectual appeasing,
the heart will simply not play nice -- will
not take its own tenderizing advice --
Will not let other source direct nor persuade --
The heart, of itself, both master and maid!
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