Understanding The Hieroglyphs Of Your Heart Poem by Hebert Logerie

Sweetheart, frankly sometimes, I can neither read,
Nor comprehend the hieroglyphs of your heart.
Incidentally, I try to follow my instincts, the heat
Of the moment, and the sweet smell of the burning seed.

You seem to change at will, anytime, like a chameleon.
At times, you bring me to the point of reaching the wrath of the lion,
And other times you toss my belongings in the den.
It is difficult to cross with you, the path that leads to heaven.

I call you Ms.Thermometer for a variety of reasons:
You make me hot, warm and cold. You burn my heart.
You drive me crazy: days and nights, and all seasons.

Sweetheart, what should I do to reach a good solution?
What God should I love and worship to understand your part?
I am lost in time, and I am helpless in the middle of the ocean.