Infatuation

"Instead of following/

My sense of whimsy/

Or my giddy feelings taking over me/

I follow my brain/

Through my nervous system/

From my nerves and veins/

And plaque filled arteries/ 

I stumble and I faulter/

Throughout my journey/

What good is a heart?/

If you don't follow/

Your pride/

Your intelligence/

If you don't swallow them/

And learn to adapt to love/

And, yes, beauty-

Is in the eye of the beholder/

But what is beauty /

If it were not to be admirer/

Like the sun admires a flower/

And a flower admirers the sun/

But what do I know?

I still stumble and I faulter"•