A Libra’s heart is never steady
It oscillates wildly
And needs placating often.
The pros and cons bicker back and forth
The dewy glow of idealism becomes dampened until it dries up yet again.
The scales tip precariously at the slightest wind of plausible change
And there i waver at your whim.
intotheindigo 
Libra is the wiser one 👍