Sitting in Michael's Lap
A vow of truth and loyalty, denied
When he who swore, in lust or weakness, strayed --
She holds the ashes of a promise made,
And Logic's judgment rings: "He lied -- he lied!"
Though Reason's eyes may see the folly of
This hopeless venture, fearing only pain,
And from pursuit, would urge her to refrain --
The wounded Heart protests: "I love -- I love!"
Though foolish and misplaced may be the trust
She has in him, she cannot still refuse;
With naught to gain, and all her soul to lose,
The Heart, unmoved, insists: "I must -- I must!"
Thus, Logic learns the fruitless game he plays:
For stubborn Hearts shall have their stubborn ways.
You cannot choose the way of your death, but the path you choose will determine its own end.