late night foolishness

Chronicles of the heart-
pass the time between love and passion,
opening towards the sun, absorbing all the light and warmth.
Needing no guidance, listening to no one-
consumed in their own little world, they gravitate and grow in the heat of passion.
The little betes! condemns the brain, if only they would listen to logic's common sense, they would be safe! Yet the heart knows no restraint-it trusts and loves...and loves again...Condemned to repeat the same mistakes over and over, sighs the brain. Perhaps yet a life without passion is a life which is over before it began, proclaims the heart. Safe in its own cocoon, it never feels pain! Yet safe in its own cocoon, sighs passion, it fails to feel the shiver of a harsh kiss on a cold windy night,
in Chronicles of the heart.