My Heart
I remained unsure
of the mystery behind
the last drink you offered me,
in the middle of night.
Under the gleaming moon.
You caught my heart by surprise,
...along with my mind,
which was the melancholy of my heart.
You acted more sophisticated
than Juliet in the Romeo era.
Were you hunting
hearts just for pleasure,
or was your innocence
making all the charisma?
But, you persist hosting my heart,
and keeping it as your infinite home.
Why do you intend to reside
in such a ruined sanctuary,
which has been the center of disasters
on many occasions?
