Love and the Heart

What is this tripe about the heart
An illusion in love, used so much in art
Songs and sonnets, plays and books
Breaking hearts, heart sick, the stuff of storybooks
Love is a product of the mind
Involving our emotions and hormones running blind
Attraction starts not from the heart
That’s really not the part
Maybe from a glance that stirs the senses
A touch,mutual interests, our own incentives
The feelings however caused, are a raging torrent
Estcasy can’t be abhorrent
It’s when those feelings wax then wane
That maybe things change refrain
If love goes sour
And walks out the door
Our heart will continue beating
It’s our mind that makes illusions sweeping
Our metaphor
When love walks out the door
Heart Breaking