A Slave to the Heart

Battered and bruised,

I make my final stand.

Beaten by love,

A force which I cannot command.

Slave to my heart,

Chained to cupids bow.

An oxen pulling a cart,

Followed closely in toe.

A man with no choice,

Ruled by heart’s desire.

Forever chasing something he cannot reach,

And doomed never to tire.

A heart made cold,

Chasing a fool’s gold.

But love, when it is found,

Is everlasting,

And forever you are bound.

Crowned, cascaded in loves sound.

Confound, wrapped in loves gown,

Drowned, abound as love resounds.

Endowed, watching love flow round.

Love can be painful,

Disdainful, not always stable.

Love can be fatal,

Not able to cradle the ungraceful,

Wrapped in sorrow,

Destroyed by heart’s desire for tomorrow.

Wanting something greater,

The heart gives up love.

The greatest thing it’s ever had,

To chase a fleeting dove.

But after it is caught,

It is no longer sought.

It’s no longer an adventure,

And loses every thought.

Love is good in all its ways,

But is ruled by a heart who goes astray.

Love lasts for a moment,

Until the heart is broken.

Do not trust love,

Not a word that is spoken.

When given the chance,

The heart will run,

And in the end, love is nothing more than a loaded gun.