Be careful, O heart,
Whom you give yourself to.
Not so much for your own sake
But for the sake of your keeper.
For, you see, your needs are so many
And your demands so insatiable
That it would require infinite resources
To satisfy you.
O heart, you are so fragile!
And those walls you have errected
Don’t do you any good,
For you have already been wounded
And the scar takes time to heal
And everyone knows that hidden wounds
So the one you give yourself to
Must be a genlte lover,
A bearer of truth and light,
One patient enough to see through your smoke screen
Of fake smiles, lip service and self-contradiction,
One who can see you fully and yet still love you,
O heart don’t be so quick to point fingers
At those that don’t give you what you want
Because you withold so much of yourself
While demanding higher standards
Than you are willing to live by.
O heart you can be so deceptive!
You say you don’t want things that you do
And are drawn to things that are destructive
You seem to have acquired a suicidal appetite
And an attraction for vices;
You enslave yourself to your own pleasures
Binding yourself to self-indulgence,
Yet you still long for for freedom.
You cry out for love without really understanding it;
You treat it like a consumer good.
You run from the very things you really need.
You suffocate those who love you
And worship those who corrupt you.
Face it, heart,
You really screw things up a lot for yourself.
Who could possibly win you over?
Your Keeper would have to know.
The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately sick; who can understand it?