When my heart decides
My love, watch this happen
It swells the blood of life
Like over-ripe fruit
Hanging too close to earth
Only for the boys to throw stones
And wag their sticks like tails
Those words, my love,
Pronounced with dainty lips
Were arrows of sparrows
Flying too close for comfort
To this swollen organ
About to sob, straining, fighting
About to throw in the towel
Sobbing I did, wiping the tears
Not to spite the lips of beauty
But in sublime adoration
Of your love defined
Like dove flying unhindered
Into her guarded cage
She eventually takes refuge
Count the stars—surely you can
Their numeral thought of you
Delineates my heartbeat
On account of my affection
This seed of your love
When my heart decides
The die is cast for life to evolve