I'd forever live in those two months if I could,

And I know that if you could speak frankly you would

Tell me that it meant nothing to you,

And urge me to move on to obsessions new. 

 

For you, my Dear, are my addiction; 

Like drugs to Doherty, and to Shakespeare, fiction. 

With relentless resistance my heart, it tries

To carry my body once more to your eyes. 

 

Locked in battle, until one is dead

I find locking swords, my heart and my head. 

So as not to be dull I add an interesting twist;

I drink and I smoke, and I try to get pissed. 

 

My head cries: "No, just leave it alone,

Stop drunkenly calling and texting her phone." 

But the heart often wins and so I succeed, 

In drunk dialing her I satisfy my need. 

 

Even today, the battle rages on

Between logic and love, for one must be gone. 

I know which will win, for my heart starts to tire

And the flames burn colder with that burning desire. 

 

My head starts to win, the pump starts to slow. 

The blood once propelled, begins to go cold. 

For the day that your head wins over your heart, 

Is the day it stops beating as it has from the start. 

 

If I could, I would go back to that square

When I met you, so beauteous and fair. 

I'd ignore you, wouldn't even tell you my name

And hopefully things wouldn't turn out the same. 

 

I'd search for a girl, a logical choice. 

Then my head and my heart both would rejoice. 

In harmony they would welcome her name; 

Though my heart would secretly cry in shame. 

 

When I went back to that square my head forgot

Those eyes of yours but my heart did not. 

And though the logical girl will be my wife,

You, my love, have been my life. 

 

© Lewis Donaghy 2009 

 

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