Astigmatism

Do you see the irony

In me saying that I never think

I always follow my heart

Where ever it decides to go

i stalk, waiting in love shadows

It's bitter sweet

That very decision

Because even with its intuition

And damn near Cupid accurate precision

My heart lacks the vision

My mind so persistently chases

I love indiscriminately

Hopelessly wishing my heart, like my mind

Had the patience

But who am I to get in its way

The nerve of me

When I barely speak

Up, when I fall

Sit back and watch

As it jumps again

I told it to watch out for ladies like you

But like love, so is its vision impaired