When it comes to matters of heart,
The mind is often on defense,
And for a while does stay apart
To ponder if there is offense.
But the heart sends fresh blood to
The mind and mixes there within
More and more pressure to pursue
Taking the chance outside the skin.
And so the mind gives the heart some
Time and space for the follow up.
Should the heart's faith turn unwelcome,
The mind is quick to respond, yup!
When badly the trial run does go,
Mind tells heart, 'See, I told you so.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem