The Poet's Heart

The poet never asks for rhyme with reason, this would be treason to a romantic heart... All good lyrics play their lyrical parts-- true writers and players true to lyrical hearts-- and lovers having taken that forever vow, will not their hearts beat alone, for never has been written a convincing way nor how…. Indeed!--life can be heartless…. composing its own unscripted text-- and garlic above the door or a talisman worn about the neck will not ward off such evil hex-- hearts striving outside the shallow reality when parted die each day a suitable same: it is the Romantic’s code for which God on high alone our teacher of eternal love must totally take blame…. with each love’s passing some of life’s spirit, for the poet, seems equally to drain; as we pray all lovers no permanent sorry will stain-- no love’s story should ever end with the storm, the runoff and mere evaporation--but with unification above and beyond even the limitless heavens….