Better Check Your Heart

My eyes saw her face with utter delight, Ears heard her singing that mighty did please, My head nodded in passion's speeding flight, Her ways and wit to reason were fresh breeze, And heart as always apprehensive is. She was mine, mind felt in utter fancy, And felt humour would help me her to win, My ego's false air felt, she aught be keen, In conceit thought in fact she was at sea, That dying she was my heart's gold to see. But heaven did conspire to work against, And everything contrived to scorn our love, Hell laboured hard in a virtual heist Forcing me in folly awkward to move, And things broke down despite our mutual best. When all ended my heart was left to grieve, My wit and wisdom whilst sulked— still unbent, Will wilted in defeat as to deceive, My mind's eyes lost inner light they oft lent, Discretion lost the sense of fair moment. In matters such as this— of heart, not art, Rid too many cooks, hail and heed your heart. __________________________________________________ Tongue-in-cheek | 18.11.08 |