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If my love should follow my head, it would live alone,
Dwelling in a house of reason;
Not enticed by pleasure or feeling
But knowing the wisdom of its choice
By the absence of pain
And the abundance of calm.

If my love would follow my heart, it would join yours;
Seeking warmth and union,
Splashing in pools of laughter,
Inhaling the breezes of passion,
Knowing that the peace
May give way to the pain.

And though I may reason within me of love and wisdom,
To think or to feel as I desire
The choice was never given
But cast before me as you,
Drawing me in deeply
Leaving discretion in its wake.