My heart did bid me listen quick to it,
Soul’s center and the proof of love so true:
“I’ve always had to push so much, a bit
Too much, and therefore I feel tired and blue,”
So spoke my heart in certainty—for sure.
I need to listen well to plea soul-felt.
‘Tis possible that mood dark here find cure;
‘Tis mind that plott’d and plann’d path heart was dealt.
‘Tis solemn warning here I find in truth.
My soul doth say also, that love more come’
When fret’ subsides and mind, now clear, doest
More love and joy give full to Paul—in sum.
I cannot love if fear vies too in heart;
I drop the fear, and Cupid comes with dart.