A passionate heart like a diamond of legend carries curses and betrays promise.

The beauty that dazzles and sends heads and souls in spins and fasts, always bonds but never lasts.

For beauty and abyss are husband and wife and in the heart of death lies the last pulse of life.

These heavy hearts that some possess feel too much, their love like subterranean rivers course through wondrous passages, hidden and deep, gurgling in darkness.

Above ground they shine so brightly in a friend’s fast light and share all while love to them never takes for they would only give, they are so large, but givers find only takers and when little is asked nothing returns.

In its cage pounding a man behind bars, oh, its tough, here’s some blood for its agony, its glory, its irony, the flood everywhere, enough its show, far behind sounding a man’s rampage.

The heavy heart scarcely supports itself and in delicate balance may collapse heavy on its weight with all the fury and gravity of a dying star where once great light shone in a moment, the abysmal black hole in the next no light shall outrun and time no longer pass.

For the heart that heaven touches, hell shall know, for both friends and loves must come then go, and blood that pulses, seems too thick, and never enough, over too quick. 

In hearts that meet others, fair but not deep, ships pass in darkness, hope sails asleep.  The only ones that could share never dare, at fault in identity, still lost at sea.

Heart is memory that yearns, this heart is too heavy, its blood always burns. 

The fire in man can an inferno be, the last quenching darkness found only at sea. 

Waves crash and turn, crush then scour, a great heart must drown, in a sea it’s devoured.