For the Longings of the Bard’s Vessel’s Vein

Ghostly thoughts formed from the heart tricking the mind to act on its request.

With filial piety the mind must acquiesce.

The mind does rule the heart to beat,

By the proclivity for the mind to obsess for the longings of the bard’s vessel’s vein,

Seduced by its mistress, the heart does reign.

Oh, the heart, she is a sly coquet.

Flirt as she will, there cannot be a lawful marriage between the heart and the mind;

The mind is wedded to reason, while the heart is committed to love.

Betrothed or not, the heart is the mind's mistress and the mind the heart's master;

Inescapably I am a victim of their treason.


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Tue 12th Dec 2017 14:09

Thanks for reading and for the comments...

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Wolfgar Miere

Mon 11th Dec 2017 21:33

The love that shall not speak its name, an impossible marriage indeed.

They are two things which are entwined, yet their purpose seems to be to keep one from the other.


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Rose Casserley

Mon 11th Dec 2017 20:59

unusual and clever piece 220 A.

Rose 💋

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