Love


the tight constriction of the chest
emotional in essence
the heart, when troubled, grants no rest
spiritual convalescence

the soul of another, your own ignites
impossible to hinder
mixed pain and pleasure, how it bites
so flammmable the tinder

cold reason and logic always fail
to explain or to control it
you shan't understand until you ail
nor be able to console it

just hope and pray it is the time
and you are their intended
for love may play cruel pantomime
and your heart may be rended



(c) 2002 Robert H. Harrison