Foolish Heart

Oh heart of mine, who's foolishness knows no bounds
how could you betray me so and break the word of my honor?
Does not friendship mean more than the constant palpitation
of your many chambers, throwing me into nervous tension,
waiting on every word and every move that the bane of our existence should make?
Should we cast out this fire that is trapped within our being and take flight
running as we have before and seeking refuge among the stars,
the sea, and the road ahead, and the path behind?
What can i say that we should do or say in order to be rid of such a poison
which takes control of our limbs and makes our chest ache so fiercely
Rather i think you are my bane and my bane the cure
to this incessant wringing of hands, blinking away of tears
and throbbing in my core for a passion in which may never come to fruition
Be still oh bleeding warrior of many battles and long dead loves
Your time is not come to fight yet again bur rather take rest in this
 that the time might come soon and your long awaited challenge might be at hand
Victory very well may be within your reach should the envy of your eye
look with favor upon the deeds that you long to commit with fervor
Seek out that passion, that foolish desire, the bane of your existence,
that love which you hunger for with all of your being,
make it yours if it will have you, offering yourself as a lamb for slaughter
be bold and strong in this and love without fail