Strings Detached

"Have I not acquired the most desired feeling in the world?" Exclaimed the heart.

That drug, you call a feeling?

It's absence is the shadow that overtakes the gleam of a smile.

Ignore not, my pal. That drug is the reason of our grins. But sorrow too, it brings.

Tis called love.

I am the inhibitor of those regretful mistakes by every man.

I reiterate but realise late, that he has already been drenched in thy love potion.

Oh dear brain, enunciate your wants.

Eek heart! How impeccable and innocent, but I won't spill the beans yet.

You can't always engage him in the quest of success. He deserves to taste love.

That love is the deepest pitfall, where he would mislay me completely!

Forget not, how he fails to bethink my presence when thou lead him.

Pity him, heart! Solving your puzzle, he is no more than a square peg in a round hole.

You call it infatuation, but this vow is for life.

He will walk out on her, I won't mend thee again. I shall resurrect her without you, heart.

I will be a stone, her cold blood will destruct peace.

Finally, will be the time, she will attain and success shall be her second name.

Huh brain. Hapless you are, lacking the propensity to understand her joys.

At minimum, I sidetrack those wavy thoughts, and not sodden her in the endless sea of pain and remorse.

My beloved brain, every moment is an experience. Alas, thou never had any.

Seems like you got a tale to unfold. I am all ears.

Apparently, I do.