The Heart, the Mind and Love

Love is poetic
Love is dark
It defies everything; even destiny
Creeping into our heart
With its many rhymes
Slowly taking its own time
        And even in darkness and despair
        The heart is so sweet
        The heart is so pure
         Loving the unmatched
         Carefree in its self absorbed fantasy
         Fervently beating for you
         Pledging not to be
         Forever mine
Through all of this
There are nights
Where you lay awake
For the mind is insane
Drifting along thoughts
Knowing no limits
Lending endless musings
From the heart
And then transform them
Into poems, stories and books
           Love is a tragedy
           Like a wild flower
           That blossoms on its own
            Like the gentle wind
           Caressing your face
           On a cold winter night
            Love is inevitable