The heart is a funny organ
It is constantly in opposition with the head
The brain is the controlling organ
So where is this constant struggle led
Emotion over reason
Spontaneity over rationalism
Such is the lesson
Of the school of romanticism
How then do we leave the schism
And effect a synthesis
Like seeing light through a prism
To quell our rioting senses
Because oftentimes,what my heart wills
My head strongly opposes
And what my heart feels
Is not what my head proposes.
Wordsworth says I should follow my heart
Societal conventions preach decorum
Hence a debate is start
A maddening forum.
