If the head knew that the heart existed,
Nobody would love,
For that is surely for the wiser.
Surely our path is safer if we think our way through life instead of feeling.
But the head is as ignorant of the heart as the heart is of the head,
And we can no more understand love than we can deny it,
Or stop its workings within us.
We cannot hope to change it,
And perhaps we were never meant to,
For somewhere there is a school girl falling in love with a drug addict,
A man on the streets falling in love with the woman in the expensive apartment,
By whose alleys he sleeps at night,
A soldier is falling for a citizen he protects,
A vegetarian is falling in love with a hunter,
And a foolish poet is falling for somebody,
Who nobody else would say she belongs with.
Is the beauty of it.