To and fro, emotions dart
 Below the head but near the heart
With vague perceptions to impart
 Upon an empty soul…

Without regard for shattered trust,
 They scrawl illusions in the dust
And promise love from empty lust
 Beyond all self-control…

But when dreams flow from broken kegs
 And truth is served as bitter dregs,
They do not hear as passion begs
 And true love takes the blame…

If hearts go searching for desire
 And pure emotion stokes the fire,
One lonely voice seeks to inspire
 And Wisdom is her name.