Fancy is such an odd creature. Knowing neither reason nor ideal. Sometimes I feel like my heart is not wholly connected to the mind. I love without knowledge or understanding. I love beyond ability or reason. I love for the sake of loving.
But, it is you that I feel in my soul at this moment. I wish I had an explanation for feeling the way I do. But the heart has it's own reasons, of which I cannot explain.
The heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing.