Heart cannot hear
and words of mind fall mute upon it
Heart has no reason
to make a place for any reasons

Heart bleeds its own
and mind can little grasp
what drives it on
what drives it down

The heart will grasp
for what it will
And will can little will
any of its sense against what heart shall feel

I hate my heart
for its mind of its own
I am my heart
whatever mind may think it owns

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