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If My Heart Be Wild



If My Heart Be Wild, why should I wait?

Why should I stand, and contemplate?



If my heart be wild, why does it pause?

Why be it still, despite its claws?



That claw for love, and love alone,

With unbridled gait, for girl thatís shown,



That sitting still, and staring gay,

My heart doth rage, in fevered way,



For thoughts not pure, but purified,

Distilled by love, yet still I hide,



This heart of wild, that beats so true,

That Beats for Love, that Beats for You.

© Chamel Raghu

2004