Powerless

What rules my heart?
Certainly not I.
I don't have that power
or know just why
it is given to something
that I can't control.
I guess that it is
simply not my role.
I've tried to rule it
but don't have the power.
It has a life of its own
like the healthiest flower
that blooms come rain or shine.
And I seem to be powerless
when it comes to this
heart of mine.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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