Is it the hollow ache or the painful rip that wounds?
A heart never filled will wither away
A heart torn bleeds but loves another day
Is it the knowing or unknown that haunts?
Something found isn’t lost
Finding nothing is a loss
Is it the mind or heart that betrays?
Thinking comes in fits and leaps
Loving comes in steady beats
Is it pain or fear that hinders?
A part of life and not in vain
The other like ice in the vein
Is it comfort or passion that matters?
Predictable, but ends in mire
Invaluable, and feeds the fire
Is it one or the other that loves?
A foolish one can try and fail
Only both willing will avail