Trying to keep my heart at bay
Trying to keep feelings out of the way
Reason should rule, because it's reliable
Emotions, however, are far too liable
To sway back and forth, causing only distress
So I allow Reason to be the mistress
Of my mind's household; decisions are made
By her, and my heart must obey.
At least, that was the plan.
But the more I try
And the harder I fight
To let reason have command
The more I find
Myself responding

Today, another brushstroke;
The artist poised,
With ever trembling pencil in his hand;
A rough, uneven canvas;
And so he sighs,
His strokes are like the shifting sand

Somehow the tones are different,
The picture wrong
The first intent somehow misplaced;
And though he tries with patience
He cannot claim
The lines which he first proudly traced