What of the strife of a skeptical, realist of a mind and the frivolous, hopefulness of a heart.

Whenever fondness comes their way,

The mind would mindfully say:

"Be cautious, for not all what shines is gold

Not all what makes us smile is happiness

Not all that flickers is light."

But then the heart would dance and prance singing:

"This time it's different, this time it's true, this time it's better, this time it's real"

And the mind would shake it's head,

"Remember when you were left alone, remember when you were hurt, remember when you went torn and shattered to bed"

"Not this time, not this time," the little heart said.

And so it fell and got scratched and scarred as well. Then time would go by. Mind still mindful, heart still whimsical.

Then fondness would come again and the heart would skip again, so fond of play. Then the mind would say:

"Don't be hasty, remember the time last. It's pleasant at the start but bitter when it ends"

But then the heart would dance and prance singing:

"This time it's different, this time it's true, this time it's better, this time it's real"

And the mind would shake it's head,

"Remember the time you were let down, the time you were disillusioned, the time you were deceived..."

"no... not this time, not... this time," the little heart stuttered.

And so it fell and hurt itself once again. And time went on. Not a care or a turn. Then a ray of fondness would shine in and needless to say the heart would spin.

"where are you going!?" said the fed up mind, slightly bemused at its friend's valiance.

"This... time it's... different, this time it's... true, this time... better, this.... time... it's real," the little heart still gasped, danced, and pranced.

And the mind simply shook its head, as it watched its friend dance and spin then trip and stumble down again.

"for all it's worth," skeptical mind said, "I have to admire how you never lose hope or faith little heart"

"next time... Next time," it mumbled, "next time it'll be different, next time it'll be true, next time it'll be better, next time it'll be real.... Next time... "

"yes.. Yes... We'll look into that... Right when I get these bandages tight... And those tears wiped..."