A Love's Tale Ii. Vii Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

Charry:
I'm speaking to you sir,
Or your heart, word for the mouth hide?

Doctor:

(To him)

Oh sorry, my ear took in some thrill,
Which struck my heart's teeth.
And the heart craves what it is,
But the ears had no clue at least.
And then a fight ensue betwixt the pair,
That even I of the issure was afeared.
So, I had to wait to see the dead of the game,
Or hear it again renamed.
And that's what they'd resolved at,
Renamed or not, ear will not trust the heart.
Hence, was I deported this early,
Though late here. I'm sorry.