decipher your own heart
before it has time to mend
for once you’ve reached the end
all order may have been lost

one wonders what cost
those wanton feelings may rend
for breaking before they bend
may hinder a new start

but what of the senses we pretend
what of the paths they may thwart
such damage they may impart
might never be redressed

so, for once, it may be best
not to delve into one’s heart
leave the shutters pulled apart
and give up this useless contest

as words once said in jest
may end up as a poison dart
and indeed harm the very part
you truly wish you possessed