`twas a war that shattered my peace,
and rocked me off my bed,
the never ending battle,
between the heart and the head.
the head asserting its views,
rationale galore it fires,
motive just to convince,
like lawyers or like liars,
the heart pure in its motive,
transparent, no hidden ill,
advice bitter yet remedial,
the proverbial pill.
caught in the crossfire,
struggling to comprehend,
who`d win the duel,
when the strife would end.
if the heart reigns supreme,
love would coat the pain,
and if it is the head,
suffering may conceal the gain.
though the final outcome,
the thrifty mind can cognise,
yet each time the dilemma,
never fails to arise.
