For they will climb the highest mountain <br />atop of which winds make them shiver. <br />For They will swim the deepest river <br />underneath the murky, cold delivers <br />from the bottom of the sand <br />hearts sink from lover’s band. <br />Marching, Beating, <br />from within <br />churning up a desired sin. <br />From which the cold once reteches <br />and now settles back in silence <br />hiding from the weak and foolhardy <br />though a common trade <br />upon which all appearance laid <br />and hopes and dreams <br />a fool of us made. <br />For this is the ballad of hearts <br />driving, raging <br />in the dark. <br />Stumbling, groping <br />through the fog <br />in which familiar faces mix <br />but knowing not of their tricks, <br />we play our judgement wrongly. <br />Bring forth the accused and see to it he <br />the girl he loved is laiden pretty <br />with jewels of which can make him faulty. <br />Make him take the vows of loyalty <br />which every maiden deserves <br />just as rightly. <br />Show him time <br />Show him patience <br />and through it all <br />make him swear <br />his job is to your heart’s repair. <br />Try him not on looks or wealth <br />but on his heart <br />of which he’s dealt. <br />Of now the accused accusation lay <br />he now gives her the title betrayed, <br />and she too is made a fool <br />a fool of love, a fool like all.<br /><br />Cece Dev<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ballad-of-hearts/
