Dear Heart of Wisdom


Bring me my ball and chain
Which stretched from head to toe
For it's from my past that my love cannot refrain
Heart filled with vacant leaves spoiled from long ago

No forge of silver, nor cast of iron, neither belt of gold
Can restore Eve's apple, molested by temptation
Let us flaunt in our petty grief of love once foretold
Time's life is short, but not that of salvation

Dear heart of wisdom, dear heart of foul pride
He is of swallowed bait, brimful with lies
The dial makes a fool of me, as its hands coincide,
Yet I still outstretch mine and gaze upon you with children's eyes

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