In Love With Ideas

I, I fear,
Am in love with ideas
Of a physical yearning
Of a heart beat so near

But Heaven knows
It so much so
That roses bloom
Where thorns, too, grow

Fingers prick
On romantic tricks
A solid wound
That won't heal so quick

Players involved
Sooner or later dissolve
A little more jaded
And they quietly sob

Uncontrollable tears
For which I'm no cure
All I can whisper is
I'm in love with ideas