The heart is fickle, selfish. It
Sees what it wants and not what is there,
It creates storms of passions and flurries
Of love, it keeps you warm in the coldest
The mind is strong, a free being, unrelenting
Against the hearts progress. Nothing is sound
From the heart according to the mind. Facts are
Foremost and emotions after.
Yet to some the heart is the mind, love rules
The world whether in terror, peace or something other.
Should the mind disagree with the heart then
A pause is required, otherwise mistakes shall be made
And unwitting arrows will be fired.