“Go”, I say, my mind foretelling
only bad things for it, all;
“Stay”, an inner voice is spelling
For my longing and my soul.

You do know I love you dearly
More than I could ever say,
Yet, my words are harsh and really
Always chasing you away;

Then, what to believe indeed
You don’t know, the words I said,
Or the boundless love you read
In my loving eyes, instead.

Alas! My confusion’s greater
Much more work I have to do
As I don’t know what is better :
Reason, heart to listen to?