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.