The Harrowing of Hearts

A silly game we play...

I’ll whisper yet another truth, analytic proposition
A misstep in my flawless plan, cliché contradiction
Yet as I make myself a fool, your sanctity does grow
The more you torturously restrain words, the more I want to know
A silly game we play my love, the harrowing of hearts
I see the beauty you create, I bow down to your arts
I have felt the power of our unspoken connection, that I can’t deny
But when I come down from my cloud I start to wonder… why?