some matters of the heart only matter in parts what's the matter when the lather spills like batter out of the pot & hassles the fragile at heart till they unravel, overwhelmed in the saddle from start when reminiscing, we gather our thoughts, like kissing coral them, & allow them to chart the patterns we wove taking a chance at romance from the first glance to when we peel off our cloths to the kneel & propose to the last dance to the rose, to heal or dry those tears; i suppose to disguises disguised as blind folds so you don't see me walk out the door still… you hear it close no more, holding you close no more, consoling your woes no more, blanket tug-a-wars no more, quickies on stoves & against doors no more, late night strolls no more, table for twos no more, tears or making you blue no more, making you coo, or making you swoon no more, making you ahh, then making you ooh no more, losing your cool, or your patience no more, frustration no more, great conversations no more, arguments no more, anger no more, where are you at's no more, listening no more, not this bullshit again no more questions just more history lessons proving nobody knows what the future holds promises just makes one of us a liar if somebody folds regardless how hard we're trying the stars, or the wizard of oz, hold the cards & sometimes they're not aligned still on faith, we're relying; & believing battling the odds, till they're even so that neither one of us is leaving