I am hunting my wayward heart. <br />I can feel that steady drum beat, <br />Following the ruby river <br />With fingertips like bloodhounds, <br />Tracking it to the source. <br />But continually the heart flees, <br />Running from this pain <br />That only ardor can inflict. <br />We all know it is only amour <br />We must armor ourselves for. <br />Love is a machete <br />Slashing on both sides - <br />As you fall into love, <br />And as you fall out - <br />All the time while under its spell <br />We are like sleepwalkers <br />Balancing on the single edge <br />That does not cut.<br /><br />Lillian Susan Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hunting-my-wayward-heart/
