My heart has no Fear 



Is love, in aberration confusing
That it steals from a mind’s daily routine
And is more to blind emotion’s choosing
So only what colours the heart is seen
How might a mind full in love concentrate
On daily functions, deliberations
And how would a heart, so held, operate
Its passion losing mind’s information
Sooner would I a mind to conjecture
That all thought is constructive in effect
Yet, to love’s hold, is my mind in stricture
And I am lost to all clear thought’s select
Should I think on love with an affection
Then is love not to a heart’s connection

By: Devi 

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