Nothing but a slave

The heart remains unperturbed by the fact that I have more important work to do in this life, unfettered by the notion that I might just be making a fool of myself, unfazed by the very distinct possibility that these feelings are all but an elaborate delusion.

Nothing I do internally will change the way I feel.

Amidst thoughts of you, I am nothing but a slave; I am left to conclude that if time fails to dissipate these feelings, there is no one but you that holds the keys to unshackle me from this oppressive ball and chain that bears down on my heart every single momentous hour of this strange existence.