My heart is shy, and timid
afraid it asks too much, past limits
but what pleasure is there to be got
in what is not, by the heart, fervently sought

Some pay their chests no heed
Let that beast flail around in its cage
The mind knows what one needs
It demands attention, hogs the stage

Yes there is sense, in listening
to well thought logic and reason
But the hearts wants what it wants
Even if its desires are out of season

Some let this battle rage, like me
till the cellar of logic runs dry
then the heart grabs the reins
and off we go, yelling do or die!

Cruel is the world, on soft hearted men
indifferent to such emotional fools as I
But the beauty in this world, the things of joy
are invisible, irrelevant to the mind

What fun is to be had, if all were wise
to the folly of dreams and love
To not have loved at all, is far worse
than to have loved and lost