The human
heart is a mystery
To some, but
not to me.
I see it for
what it really is,
As electricity
runs through the bundle of His.
Wordsmiths
talk about desire,
How love
ignites the heart’s fire,
Makes it throb
with passion
Or beat in
some other fashion.
The heart may
slow when you sleep at night,
Or speed up
when you get into a fight.
Yes, they say
it becomes affected,
When you are
elated or dejected,
Or when you
get into a tussle,
But I know
that it’s just a muscle.
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