I see no similarity, <br />Between love and the heart <br />Who was the one that thought that up? <br />How does a muscle that pumps blood, <br />Even come close to the feeling of love? <br /> <br />Love is not a physical thing, <br />It's a mystery that hides in the invisible <br />A part, or realm, we cannot, or choose not, to see. <br /> <br />The heart pounds and pumps, but never breaks. <br />It does not crack down the center, <br />And fade into a great black mass. <br /> <br />Blood-like feelings rush throughout each one of our bodies, <br />Simmering through our veins, like a crimson flood, <br />Losing one dropp is like losing the world... <br /> <br />Drip, drop, drip, drop, <br />The sounds of my open wounds make <br />Drip, drop, drip, drop, <br />The sound of the lack of love... <br />It breaks the silence of the empty dark room, <br />A puddle of blood mixed with tears, <br />I am cut open, I am crying, I am alone...<br /><br />Peter Vector<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-heart-and-love/
