"The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling, doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; and as imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown, the poet's pen turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing a local habitation and a name."
-William Shakespeare

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Heart Math

I'll let you down easy, so don't raise your hopes.
Spend just one more day with your heart on the ropes.
No simple reason could make me deny
What hangs from my heart when you come to my mind.
I never expected to see you this way,
But unexpectation's the norm anyway.
Your coy, flirty smile and two-A.M. jokes
Are under my skin and clouding my hopes.
I don't care to know your logical path.
Sometimes it's just best when your heart does the math.

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