WILD HEART

Love is like a piano keyboard

It seems digital black and white;

But its music is infinite,

As varied as each day and night.

It takes a wild heart to play it

And all your soul to heed its demands;

But there’s no manuscript to follow,

Nothing to steer your trembling hands.

There are times you know love’s got you

Spreadeagled on its stave once more;

But she has other men who offer

Grander melodies to explore.

Yet like a fool you take your chances

With desires that suffer no delay;

But she gives her pledge to another,

Your descant slowly fades away.

So what has it cost you this failed fancy -

Just an adagio never performed?

But you know it was so much more than that:

It’s left your wild heart barren and deformed.