Within the cage of bone, it beats, A rhythm of life, where love repeats. The heart, a symbol, so pure and true, In every soul, it finds its due.
With every throb, it pumps the red, Life's precious river, like it said. A steady drum in the chest's domain, In joy and sorrow, pleasure and pain.
It's not just muscle, but so much more, A wellspring of emotions it does store. Love, compassion, and courage reside, In the chambers where emotions glide.
In matters of love, it takes the lead, A source of comfort when hearts bleed. With every beat, it knows the way, In the pome of heart, emotions sway.
In the language of love, it's a poet's song, In the symphony of life, it belongs. A symbol of feelings that can't depart, The endless, enigmatic, human heart.
