The Heart


My heart, is my only heart.

Stuffed fat, full of love.

Complexity differs from a chart

But is fragile like doves.


My heart, is my only heart.

I must protect like crop to a farmer.

To defend, I must act smart.

This chest is the armor.


My heart, is my only heart.

Never to be pushed or pulled.

Like the sound of Mozart

It is indeed beautiful


My heart, is my only heart.

Pumping life into me.

Though we can't live being apart,

It's something I could never see.


My heart is my only heart

We are now in a fight

As I lay here in its upstart

I see the white light.