Rebel Heart (Poetry)

The rebel heart will not be told
who or what to love.
No matter whether young or old
it lingers where it will
for passion makes its fierce demands
and has no master still —
desires the thing that can’t be had —
yearns desperate for that thrill.

Love’s absence measures out each day
and age absorbs dull pain
resigned to needs that can’t be met
so damps the fire with rain.
The head thinks wiser thoughts, and yet
the heart goes its own way
and loves despite all stern advice —
plain common sense won’t sway.

The heart’s a mulish little child
dazzled by the glow
of those emotions warm and wild
for there’s nothing else that’s so
utterly involving as
the actual moment when
love proves all things possible
no matter how insane.