“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