The heart wants what the heart wants

*Look at me my lover
She purred.
My eyes raised to look into hers
I could see so deeply into her.
I know all of her faults
Her temper
Her petulance
Her passions and vanities.
Everyone’s  has said  to me
You can do better
She is not compatible with your needs.
But a slight gasp of moonlight
Frames her hair
From behind 
and the corners
Of her mouth
fall into an easy smile.
Even from across the room
She knows how much I want her.
And I know they could all be right
But I don’t care
My heart does not have
any control 
over who it falls in love with.*