The human heart.
Moved to great acts of joy,
a heart is not a bland toy.
See it through a prism,
power through love or schism.
Never easy to read it,
to claim it or feed it.
Hunger, mixed with yearning,
fiercely devoted, or burning.
Using love metaphors a’plenty,
demeans mostly, that’s empty.
Provides life to thrive endearing,
safer as an organ ,God fearing.
The higher ideal seeks to implore,
ageless, through the days of yore.
So guard, protect; guide it well,
use yours wisely, as only time will tell.
©️ Terrence O’Brien