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….

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