With heart against mind
you find yourself drawn
to that love's tale spinning... forming ...
That hope for its happy ending
increasingly growing ...

Yet often, not as simple as that ...
Heart's unfounded fears ... mind's tormenting demons
can conspire against love's bud
where it's at ...
Stifled of light
before it gets the chance to grow ...
Denied the chance
to blossom and its seeds to sow ...

You hold on as devotedly as you can ...
Fight the damning cold winds
that threaten your heart for this man ...
But like a slippery hand,
it slides out of your loving grasp,
The birthing bond,
as surely, gets unclasped ...
Still ... not like Freya you'd wish to be..
blamed on love that hindered her
with clarity to see ...
For it's fears, bitterness, or hate
that blights the eyes to go blind,
from letting the light of mind and heart to shine through
like a guiding beacon ... the homeward path to find ...

The poem's title need not be so ,
for as long the delicate balance
we remember, accept, and know ...
Our reasoning is that which whereto should steer us,
with love's brightness from the heart
gently assisting ...
To help us through what hinders awaiting ...
Where thereby lies
the wisdom of this delicate equilibrium,
which ... if not done ... will time and again
cause heartbreaking delirium ...