The heart of the matter, is the matter of the heart,
who knows best of the inequities of love gained and love lost than the shattered hopes of the heart,
the vile and twisted hands of time pins us against our expectations and forces us into uncharted lands,
while the eerie shadows of life's trees covered by thorns of emotions,
highly contagious and unscrupulous, the matters of the heart leaves no witnesses but casualties in the wake of its destruction,
despite havoc of the heart, still waters run deep,
where the reminisces of time bears no holding,
laughter reigns and the manner of the heart reveals its nature to be one of growth and iridescent passion,
the matter of the heart is both vile and confusing,
but entwined there is a love that can be felt where we may do nothing but exist within the absence of time.
©m.s.e.g
M