The heart lies languid,
stolen of precious moments
when rivers coursed swollen veins
but now congeal with clots of red.
Love and passion lay dormant,
doomed in a useless cavity
where dull thuds were once
boiling beads of molecules.
Time is without guardian,
lapsing to tunes of discovery.
Infatuation in alien arenas
destroys a placid empire.
Beats continue, though aches remain.
Pain envelops the lives they surround.
Fields of tranquility can never exist,
for their souls are pledged to each other.
