The mind
It likes figures and percentages
Facts and averages
But when I ask it how it loves
The analysis is strange
It compares apples
With oranges
And this one
With that
It contrasts and it eludes
It says I must love this one more
Because I surely couldn’t bear to lose them
But then when I say I have no favourites nor differences
Comparing friend with family
I love them all
It denies it
But you love this one higher says mind
I love this one differently says heart
And that’s altogether different
As difference always is
Which sends the mind to harping
Over inconsistencies
It dilly dallies about in useless pseudonym
Won’t answer me straight but in riddles
The heart is a straight shooter
While the mind is politician
Never ask it how to love
It has no idea but hypothesises
And compares
I’ve walked away
Left it talking to thin air
We just love
And that right there
Is all that’s required
I must be tired. I could taste the rhyme but it wouldn’t fall just right. Sometimes the words fall like water – sometimes like something is blocking the pipe, frogs in the system – maybe that’s why it jumps around tonight.
Anyway I loved the idea of how the blasted brain always has to turn everything into less then more then this much how much
And the heart just loves. It just loves.
