I thrust my heart upon a pen;
Scrawl hard “love hurts” till heart is nil.
Always (now and then) till I die
I will search for the reason why
Shreds of the best and worst of men
Here shut with a soul’s shadow’s seal.
Late and no later will I sigh;
I will pant and ask my Reason why
I must, my soul, with this self pen
Jot soft “love heals” till heart is still.