Help my poor heart
Which loves what it should not love.
Hearts are made of earth—
What is the earth worth
To light and movement divine
In divine realms above?
A biological trick
Cures the animal, who is sick,
But there is no cure for the human mind
That you and I designed
When conversation brought us here
To share things gone —
Sorrow? the heart has won,
Joy, love, doubts
Doubt all that’s going on.
