2008
My heart really likes you,
but my head has reservations.
My heart thinks it's simple
but my mind sees complications.
My heart thinks you're the greatest
but my head don't like the colour of your politics.
How can it be
that you and me
are perfectly
matched in some ways?
But there are flaws
my heart ignores,
clutching at straws
to make you stay.
My heart just adores you
but my head is still conferring.
My heart has decided
but my head is still demurring.
My heart has fallen for you
but my head don't like the colour of your politics.
Does it make sense
to get intense?
Come off the fence
for someone who
has certain ways,
to coin a phrase,
I couldn't face
a lifetime through.
My heart has surrendered
but my head is still engaging.
My heart sees no problem
but my head's still cogitating.
My heart is crazy for you
but my head don't like the colour of your politics.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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