Because The Heart Has Always Its Own Reasons Poem by RIC BASTASA

only if we can choose
what makes us happy
given our own kind of
logic
we should have been
truly happy

ahh, but this heart
has a mind of its own
by which our logic
sometimes says
illogical

ahh, but this heart lives
in a world of its own

there is always a compulsion
to be there
helpless feathers are we
tossed and fallen
on those seasons of our
reckoning

ahh, the moments are
worth the remembering

but how can we speak about
it to
our friends?

like the way your frown on them
so shall they frown on you

in that party of silence
all of your shall feast