I’ve been accused of:

Falling too fast,

Jumpin’ in with both feet,

And being too available.

I’ve been told to:

Take it slow,

Be careful,

And be a mystery.

I’ve been accused of:

Passionate words,

Too many tears,

And competing emotions.

I’ve been told to:

Think before I speak,

Be composed,

And more even tempered.

My heart is my chooser;

My head is my accuser;

And they can’t seem to work together.

My heart and head are racing;

Will there be a winner,

Or will I be the loser?

KRW