This poem to me reflects a struggle. A war between the passion the heart is feeling and the logic of the mind..Thoughts and feelings are a classic struggle. “We do not chose love, love chooses us” Sometimes we deeply love someone, or something, despite the facts why we shouldn’t. Like an addiction “I do not see you but love you blindly” I love you madly and sometimes it’s beyond my control. What should one do, follow their heart, or use their brain and try to do what is right?