The heart beats strong for what it will

Yet still I seek to master;

The passions within or outward spilled,

Inviting sure disaster

 

The love I seek, or hope to keep

Isn’t mine to choose;

The sweet delights and dreamy nights

Are only mine to lose

Our soul is but an open door

Through which flows passion’s fire;

She was once ignored, stands now much more

The object of my desire

The heart bestows on those who know

That love is never what it seems;

The arrows flung from Cupids bow

Are few and far between

Be still the beating of your heart

And to this verse stay true;

The heart and soul both play a part

In bringing love to you.