The heart, a muscle, often stands in for love
Is it really the organ of our desires?
Does it feel the pangs of loss or
The exhilaration of romance?
Does it quake with lust? Does it
Quiver when Cupid’s Arrow hits its mark?
Is it deflated by rejection or dejected and
Unnerved when the object of its pleasures
Turns elsewhere? Does it feel lonely and
Unloved until it meets its soul mate?
The heart’s a muscle that often stands in for love.