The Promise

Every time
I have wanted to tell you
That I have loved you from the first.
But I cannot because
You have already chosen your lover.

Every day
(These past two years)
I have to tell my heart
Not to fall in love with you because
You will break it.

But it never listens.
It is like a puppy
Who understands only love
And where to find it.

Every night
One of them whispers to the other
And the other is lulled to sleep
By the promise
Of love or sense.

Every morning
I wish for what I cannot have.
Neither love, nor sense
Because you have already chosen your lover.
And despite all reasoning
My heart keeps choosing its own.