“It is only with the heart that one can see rightly.” —The Little Prince
The dark of a stormy night laces the glass with rain
With the tears of the sky I often feel on my own cheek
They remind me of a past from which only happiness was met with laughter
A time when cares had no care of me, I needn’t any use of them
Until they were of immeasurable angst and despair
And all at once again the cares laid only on me
I had lost my other half, the stability, to this unseen tether to our wrists
We became a broken outer shell that can hold these bonds against our will
A bond so strong as to be named love, they call it
Further deepened by thoughts of most work, not of joy
Those same emotions have a lack of joy and overflow one’s hopelessness
And now I find myself in a loss of words over someone new
Some deepest and ever truest love plays still in my mind
While a mere interest rears its intriguing beauty towards I
A temptation much too strong to deny, yet much too forbidden to name
I mustn’t be one to have someone and long for another,
But I must have a love ever too fond and an interest ever too deep,
A choice of a rightly heart over that of my mind
