The Heart wants what it wants
She is awkward with love talk I dare say she is a spoilsport Her words are piercing daggers Slashing stabbing at my members The heart doth want what it wants A burning feeling such that haunts A malaise of being in Love Torture that I bid not stop The tragedy is not being loved in turn The beauty of your letters means naught If tender love is not returned Who to blame, the heart wants what it wants….