Hearts Were Born To Feel

Hearts were born to feel & my god does mine whenever she is around. How it can leap so reactively like a startled grasshopper simply upon hearing her sound.

Tumbling & bounding around my chest as an excitable child at play. Or a wild & furious creature in a hunt so desperate to seize upon it's prey.

It's like an energy radiates from her entire being with an enchanting & warming glow, electrifying the very air that it touches & powering up my soul.

My body & mind are out of control, pulled relentlessly by an impulsive deeper feeling. I don't know why or when this illusion began only that this heart never stops believing.

Out of love my life is but a single word, yet while in love I transform into such wondrous fairy tales; who cares if the ending is doomed, for now my skies are full of songful nightingales.

Is love so bad that it should be feared? Should the heart be branded a fool? Or should I free it from all these futile restrictions & let its feelings within me rule?

Of these things I do not know for my wisdom kneels before my desire. Her light guides my way is all that I know like a roaring hilltop pyre.

The heart wants as it wants is the one truth shining bright through all these lies, & so I give myself to loving her, letting my rationality fall before it's pride.

For I love her, truly & this I know without a single doubt that is for sure; & her beautiful kindred heart is something that gives me the passion to want to live bravely once more...