A heart
A mind
My beloved’s name
Train your brain
To count the steps
To sense terrain
If a cobra strikes
It wins the game
Love’s wars can weary
Even the most steadfast
Of aims
If pilots flicker
Tenderness withers
Royalty fades
When goodness slithers
Tiny beating heart
Moth shot with a dart
Intentions torn apart
A flame cupped by two
Can banish creeping rue
The hazel can tempt any fire
But divided hearts in its path
Get reconciled
To matters higher
*In Greek mythology hazel had the power to reconcile hearts divided by hatred and envy
First published in Roi Fainéant MAR 30, 2025
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