Trojan heart,
What a clever ruse.
Musings amuse not the muse.
Hands strike the water-
Breaking its reflection.
Cringing at the visage-
Distorted from rejection of the hearts affections.
Oh but if love were quenchable and the waters deep!
I'd hold it's hoary head beneath,
Silencing its sighs for sweet kisses on sweet cheeks.
Oh what honey laden sentiments!
"No mount too high, no valley too steep."
Beauty's words that fall shallow,
And desires not but ankle-deep.
Worry not-
The pen will stay,
The words will keep.
In the end,
The poet's heart will learn to sleep.
