Hard logic, iron-clad reason... Stern soldiers stand guard at my heart's gates. Nerves twitch delicately, twanging with pain, Bidding the leap backward from danger. Defenses long in building guard the old weak places, Ruined walls that tell of former invasions. But walls confine as well as guard. And there are pathways I have never closed, Pathways of life. And the shock comes without warning, in an unexpected quarter, And suddenly you are inside my defenses. You speak words of mystery and pain, And I must feel the pain as I wonder at the mystery. There are pathways I have never closed and never will. Pathways of love.