The Spirit tries so hard to build a high unyielding wall,
The Soul puts pillows all around to guard against a fall. The Mind, with reason, steels itself and finds a place to hide. The Heart attempts to harden, and let no one else inside. But Love's relentless tidal surge seeps through the smallest crack, Softening defenses that attempt to hold it back
Higher, higher, go the walls that keep me safe but sad.
They keep the feelings held at bay, the good right with the bad.
No trust, no joy, no passions, to open me to pain;
Just tested strength and logic, as cool as winter rain.
But gently, softly as the dawn, the warmth comes creeping in,
Defying all the Heart's defenses, slaying Logic's whim.
I lock my Soul in safely. I keep my Mind from pain.
I swear, no longer will my Heart suffer from Love's stain.
I curse. I fight. I run away from every gentle sound;
Frightened to be fooled again, or foolishly be bound.
I gripe. I snipe. I cuss. I fuss. I bitch. I slap. I snap.
I WILL be safe! You will NOT touch! You will NOT spring that trap.
But, in spite of all my best attempts, it's sure that I will lose.
A Hopeful Heart will open up, no matter what I choose.
Love's soft seductive whisperings can not be fought for long,
It's gentle ways will batter down defenses true and strong.
And though I rail and fight it, and deny it's yearning call,
In the end, I know, somehow, I'll thank Love when I fall.
~Chantelayne Marie & Qevan~
� 1998 Chantelayne Marie
