These Things Of The Heart
These things of the heart,
Some sustainable,
Some not.
The rhythmic beating of the souls voice,
Pounding in the ear of he/she,
Who lays their head upon the chest of a lover.
Who seek to find the caress of serenity
In the arms of another.
Who, after days and months of discovery,
Find that things are not, were not as they seem.
Where this true love was but a dream,
Replaced instead, with vileness, and anger,
These things of the heart,
Some sustainable,
Some not.
When the touch of lips to flesh,
Sends the body into nervousness,
Spinning and flipping,
Like a wild, wanton, dervish.
Yes, these things of the heart,
Some sustainable…
Some not.