The Heart’s Betrayal
I hear her voice and cannot help but smile,
I hold her eyes and do not need to speak,
I hear her laughter and life seems worthwhile,
I think of her and am bereft of sleep.
When she is near my thoughts are but a blur,
I feel contentment and great tenderness,
When she leaves, even briefly, I endure,
An irrational growing emptiness.
I do not wish to love her, yet I do,
And recognize the pain that it will cause,
To one who loves me deeply, long and true,
And does not know of her potential loss.
Reason decries the growing love I feel,
Yet it is there, most powerful and real.