Entering the whims of woe and wary

Future making of must due merry

Look around at life’s lime light

Present shown such stony sight

All more to make me marry~

To the heart

To the heart:

This is to the heart

It is not cold nor warm

Your beats as loud as torn

Racing fast as you see fit

Slowly dwindling to the writ

So strong yet so weak

A future looking bleak


To the heart swayed by one

A rose filled stream

To lie and then bream

Closeng off as one less pace

You skip to the one person’s face

To my heart machination

Stop palpation.