Trials of a Heart

Squeezing my heart the pressure hurts.
The feelings I had, thrown in my face.
Pain and utter despair is all I feel now.
With a broken heart I hang my head.
Woe be the one who has loved and lost
for true is better, but ignorance is bliss.
Oh how I wish to him who has suffered not.
I have held death in my arms,
and bore through pain.
But none is like such as this, now.
What will it take to remove this pain from me?
Not just any pretty face will do.
For my heart has seen itself in another,
and has lost its reflection.
There is one who can sate my hunger for love
but alas she fears the implications it can bring.
My heart cries for companionship,
but my brain refuses.
There is pain in loving
But there is also much joy.
But is the later enough to constitute the first?
The conflict between them brings ache to a third party.
“Truly there is pain” my heart says .
“But also there is joy.
For without one there can not be the other.
Love is worth the trial
for only there can the happiness be found
no matter what the risk of trouble.“
But the brain is a stubborn one
and refuses to listen still.