A business dilemma
Beauty is meant to turn heads,
love is a business for trading hearts.
With my body trying not to heed,
I still found myself head over heels,
eyes stampede to you like cows on heat,
beguiled by beauty that hindered-
my hobbies of heathen hopscotch.
My heart reached extreme hysterics,
yet it was once sealed in like heaven,
awaiting the fairest of trades to have.
till I let it out for you to buy and hoard.
Now as I hear it beat in my hand; it hurts,
For it's value to you, I assume, is horrendous.
Am I a bad business man if I'm hampered,
from investing in venture yet I've haggled?