my heart is a virago
ruthless and fiery in its
highest peak of self-reliance,
proud and stubborn in the
battlefield of logical reasoning,
never breaking its stride in preparation
for dressing wars and dinner dates
and the conversations in-between sleep
and intimate glances and soft caresses
in movie theaters, through family meetings
and wedding plans and daydreaming
but falters when it is time to say,
i love you
my heart is a virago
only when it isn't falling in love