Heart and mind a separate creature
Disparate in every feature
Matched and mirrored, evil twins
And this is where our play begins

Heart a mass of nerves, emotions
Torn to shreds by its devotions
Formed of naught but pain and yet
Without it things are worse, I fret

The mind, contrariwise, a tool
It scorns each man around as fool
‘Tis sharp, incisive, bland, and dull
There’s little left with feelings culled

Now separate the two and see
The muss, the mass, the mess that’s me
Now hide the heart away and find
The wasteland that is left of mind

The mind now enters at stage left
It shambles when of heart bereft
It tries to build while heart destroys
But without heart, why make the ploys?
It tires fast with heart so hurt
But resting cannot death avert

The heart makes its debut on stage
It shrieks in pain and fear and rage
It sobs and claws itself and twists
And digs its nails into its fists
‘Til visage matches wounds inside
Now let the heart go run and hide
Oh, don’t you see, onlooker, dear
The tragedy that happens here?
For without both, the body dies
Yet each a sight to cause sore eyes

This is an ending of a kind
Shakespearean for heart and mind
But tell me now another tale
Of their reunion whole and hale