However much your feelings may soar,
Stall them.
Feed them with fresh cuttings of friendship,
Lay them down in wreathes of common sense,
Intertwine them with kind gestures
But don't let them fall into something so deep,
so enticing as a senseless slumber.
Free them.
Into the open pastures of conversation.
Give them them only the firm ground
and oaky warmth of restraint 
And without the sweat of passion on your brow.
But steer them.
Because you know at the end of the day
They are no match
for the hearts stronger breed