The Art Of Love To Thee...

  Never take the resting heart
If only desired for the meantime
          Pick not the flower
          If only to let it die.
     Speak no more of love
    If emotions are unsure.
        For it shall no less
 Would cause a forlorn heart.
Thou shall not let other's feelings

Be off guarded by your supposedly

  Soothing yet deceiving tongue

     Of rhetoric sweet words

About thy love and promises 

 If only to poison thou heart

      Of ones naive love 

  To drawn itself in tears.

   And let it bleed inside.

But if what is felt to thee

       Is true indeed
   Then wait no more,

To thine own heart to thee ---

   To its dearest beloved.

      And be not afraid,

 For thy heart to be hold
'Til eternity you deserve...