Sitting here, I muse and ponder; seeking truths... what will I find
as I wander through the echoes of the windmills of my mind?
My thoughts of you, go round and round... ever circling; ever there...
It seems that you have found a weakness... this love thing just isn't fair.
For, what was once, just sweet flirtation... double meanings... small asides,
has turned, unnoticed, into something else... however much it hides
behind an act, quite unconvincing, that my mind attempts to tell
to my heart;
a foolish ploy... because my heart knows me too well.

And, much as I would like to think l have some measure of control
of this enchanting situation; sadly, just myself... I fool;
half-heartedly believing I am not in love; it's too absurd...
my heart; soft, sweet and treacherous, whispers
"Wrong again! .... now, heed the words
you hear me speak... don't listen to your mind, it's really out of touch;
so choked with sensibility and logic; fool! you think too much.
Heed me. I'm the only one you really should be listening to...
for, l'm the one who ends up broken... if, at length,
it all falls through."

So, who do I believe? The angel, or the devil?... I'm not sure;
both whispering soft, into my ear; the windmills turn, and turn once more...
round and round; the circling thoughts now pull me deeper, deeper down
into this web of doubt; if my hopes fail, then I shall surely drown.
But then, the windmills turn again... the answer was there, from the start...
the truth of it comes shining through...
the mind is banished... for the heart.