Strange Bedfellows

I.

Such strange bedfellows

are reason and heart:

seperate each two,

but as one - not apart.

Cerebrum sides who oft deride

realness of congruous notion,

while one begets the other

in a logical devotion.

Follow not

fickle heart, it's said.

Follow then

strong head instead.

Can a matter be less clear

for of these voices true, I ask:

Which is the one that speaks?

Which is the one we hear?

The heart beguiles

while reason wiles

within their cyclic trial.

So fine this fight, I smile,

for each would have denial.

Cacoethes passionate of logic,

speaks of more than mere concerned.

And heart that waits a moment

acts with more than fancy, yearned.

II.

Let a scholar ask in wonder,

of spells he ponders under.

Would he quest a truthful potion

without his passion or emotion?

Let romantic drifter

upon his sea or star,

say reason never guides him,

or leads his heart afar.

To falter never once

upon that salient sea,

when his dreams turn course to why

or why his heart must be.