Feverish Hearts

Our hearts are feverish
powerful as love

Love to be defined
to a heart fickle
A wandering soul

Desire appears
as the sun sets
Night falls

You wonder how betrayal
has captured you
with pain and sorrow

You carry it
like a torch
passion is delirious

You really had me pegged
Funny but I think you knew me
better than I did

Was I that vain and shallow
only the broken hearted know
better than I could

If I could say I was special
you’d be the one to tell me; No
you only think you are

How’s a man supposed to know?

You said Oh you can write
but tell me are you sincere
I know my heart was beating

But for who?
The poet who defined love
as the one thing unknowable

You were special and beautiful
and why couldn’t I see it

Isn’t that sad
and the pain you carry,
is it for me?

Our hearts are feverish

Does that define love?

©Dale CJ Clark