Hearts of Passion
The heart’s a fickle mistress
a thing of ice and fire.
It bears a beating witness
to all that you aspire.
But hearts can twist suspicious
and tie you up in wire.
It burns a righteous fury,
no reason to be found.
It acts a solemn jury,
and handcuffs you, spellbound.
It rains tormented flurries
to quench…