It’s a strange thing, the Heart
Having the ability to drive us insane and tear us apart
The steady beat may keep us alive
But when our Heart breaks, how do we survive?
When we fall in love or is it lust?
Encapsulating our senses that are swept high into the dust
Full of unexplained emotions and passions
Love is rare and something to be rationed
Then there is the Pain
No words can heal that which cannot be regained
Like a nail that pierces and shatters
And you feel that nothing else matters
It’s a chance we take in a moment of ecstatic joy
But are those emotions part of Nature’s ploy?
To make us believe pure happiness is from the Heart
Then when it is used is discarded and wheeled off in a cart
Happiness can it be everlasting or is it a tale?
Many search for true love, to no avail
The Heart can rule the head at times
When we cannot control its emotional chimes
The Heart cannot always be rational it seems
As the strength of love beams and gleams
It can make us happy, sad or cry
But we can never truly control our Hearts, as much as we try.