If the heart...

If the heart had but a trifling brain,
To lead it to places steady and secure,
To teach it when to abstain and refrain,
And spare us of dolor and heartsore.


If the heart saw common sense,
Before the light of day was gone,
Would this life see repentance?
Instead of leading us on and on?


If the heart could take a tip,
From countless signs and constant hints,
Perhaps we wouldn't take an early kip,
From our everyday amourous stints.


If the heart beat just for life,
To merely foster skin, blood and bone,
Might we have felt the pain of strife?
Instead of long hours on the telephone?


If the heart could just love once,
We might have saved up for the rarer breed,
And skedaddle away every dreg and dunce,
Until reality and fantasy began to intercede.


If the heart did not need another,
And could live its days out in solitude,
Would every man be every man's brother?
And no lady an object of lacivious lewd ?


If the heart was heedless to hurt,
When our bosoms bore all the world's languish,
Perhaps scarlet roses would lay dying in the dirt,
And love would be a curse we'd finally vanquish.


If the heart feared and forsook its role,
And ceased all these staid, menancing jaunts,
Who else could captain the wayward soul?
When only the heart wants what the heart wants.