The Heart

The heart loves even when lips quiet.
Smiles, rejoice, sends blood through veins,
rhythmically remains consistent when eyes fail,
recognizes love, the heart's aware if we fear,
are emotional, cold, ticks like a grandfather clock,
leaps for joy, is sensitive to stress.

In our final days may fail but for now it's faithful,
flattered when loved, functions as the organ of love,
Vital to existence.   




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