What should the heart feel When love departs? A sinking, achingly, breaking Waves of Lonelinesses : the Hungers of our souls; Openness, vunerability, blinded By sickness of obsessions Adolescent crushes Each to their own Detrimental emotions How do we tame Or breathe its oceans How should the heart sleep When we deny it The filigree of Feelings
From imperfect Worshipping machines Blind moving flesh Sooner laid to rest Non-transcendents Unloved.
Body and soul, Life is the dress. To Love is trust. True heart is gold.