Be still, my obstinate heart
For in the silence present
Between pairs of parted lips
Your cacophony will be my ruin

Desist in your perpetuous clamor
For in the peace of dreams
Given life and limb
T'is only you who will wake me

Lean upon my feign-ed strength
With your thunderous cries
He who will not mind thee
Is thee to soon become

Countenance is made weak
Beneath the percussion
Of heart meeting
Tender embrace

Breath rendered purposeless
In heart's response
Within my being
When he speaks

Be still, my obstinate heart
For amongst the calm of my nature
Between its silence and wanting
Your cacophony will be my ruin