The Head and the Heart
I think I understand it now.
The constant war between
the head and the heart
Longing to stay
Versus excitement to go.
I no longer judge harshly
when others proclaim
Their love for another
Or sneer when they show it.
For Love has made these
Hard calloused hands soft,
and my eyes alight with
fire never burned before.
But a pain that cuts
So deep it will most likely
Leave a scar.