Verdict of the Beating Heart

Deep inside that raging longing
thrashing and waiting unrest to be
unleashed withing boundaries beyond
befallen by that chain of predilection entwined;

Shalt not befallen into those cognizant eyes
spilling and dwindling what that shalt not ever be
intense knowledge of all but those hidden
behind the liquid brown stare;

Practiced was the move thyself strode to hurt
those incredible moments frozen in the cold rising
alack surrounded whilom whatsoever wherever was one?
swith methinks the way it was dealt with
sharp as knife made of ice- cold;

Whilst as time flew past sleep was lost without a thought
mayhaps shalt one wonder that strong association oneself
wary eyes withering trust within the nest of love
hist not easily forgotten;

Siege the heart that belongs, reign the same over
bereft of what it demands, met or maynot;
aroint afore infant steps with heaps of distrust from the past
archaic as my poem,
at arm length thou shall stand, a slap or a hug
verdict of that beating heart.