The Heart Has A Mind Of Its Own
I thought my kind of love would burn slowly.
The kind that grows on a person with time. One with several processes and transitioning. Love at first sight is a thing, but I'm indifferent about the concept.
- Will I recognize love when it comes? Especially when it comes from the place I least expect.
I dare say the heart has a mind of its own.
If not, why won’t it listen to me?
It leaps before I say jump, it loves when I’d rather hate.
It gives freely what I wish to keep. It chooses before the options are even arrayed.
Hold your horses and it’ll let go of the reins completely.
My hands and feet move at a coordinated pace, but when it comes to my heart, it would rather go alone.
Well, seems the heart wants what the heart wants.
Could this be love? Am I in love? How do I know I'm in love? (how do you know that you're in love?) Will I know love when it comes? I feel like I'm in a Hallmark movie and if I will title it it would be called Love On A Mail. No, I'm not a helpless romantic (just in case you were wondering).
I want the kind of love that makes me stutter, the kind where the feet are off the brakes. I want fun. I want adventure. I want happiness. I want peace. I want a friend-turned-lover kind of story. This cannot be too much to ask for or is it?
