You’ve done it again!
You’ve discarded logic and left me in pain
To desire to gain what my mind considers vain
And believes I should refrain
For I cannot attain this one…
But if my namesake couldn’t understand you,
Who am I to try?
But no,you reign my desire,
And fan the fire within me
I look away,but no,you still want
I close my eyes but no, you still pant.
I give explanations and worked out calculations
Of probable permutations to bend your inclination
But all my justifications give increased determination
To exact my destruction on this hopeless cause.
So I persevere
As you lay me to waste,
Pound me to paste
Hoping to taste relief
Wishing the prophet,my namesake
Had better luck than I
In understanding the heart…
The Balcony 