Intellectuals still attempt to define
The thing called love, and underline
Each aspect in its little box.
They squirm within their PhD,
Or doctorate in chemistry,
And claim that their philosophy,
The secrets of the truth unlocks.
We must use reason, they insist,
While creating rules into a list,
To demonstrate they have control.
Though love affects us all some way,
The mind always rules the body, they say.
So we must explain the parts they play,
And intellect must have a role.
But poets have known since time began,
The secrets of the love in man,
And why geniuses are turned to fools.
Why in age or youth libido rumbles,
Why the maiden’s virtue quickly tumbles.
So, the heart rules, the mind then grumbles,
Because there simply are no rules.
LOVE! ! ! ! As an academic myself..I often forget that there are some things that must be translated through the heart. Great poem!
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Indeed the heart rules, it so because its divine function is to love. A beautiful piece of poetry, well articulated and insightfully penned with conviction. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.