It’s hard to say that you’re heartless
When you instantly fall in love
With all that your heart encounters,
And all that your ageing eyes trust.
You cannot say your blood is ice
If through your veins runs a passion
For all desired and all despised,
Loving words and hateful actions.
I believe not
That we are wrong
If all we’ve got
Is love’s old song.
Love must be heard,
Not ever seen,
Else we should burn
What we can’t be.
Yet never sing
If it should bring
Yet for all those who feign black hearts,
And they who will refuse the light,
Love’s burnt lanterns will leave their mark,
Tender, painful, yet out of sight.