Fragile Thing

Why do I continue to listen
To this feeble heart of mine?
Curse my weakness.

My mind tells me one thing;
My heart another.
What am I supposed to do?

Such a fragile thing-
The heart.
Broken, mended, and broken again.

A strong mind-
Never yielding.
Lasting through the years.

Again I ask, why?
Of what value does this 'heart' hold?
Though it hazes,
Though it fades--
My mind will never betray...