'Heart'- of Thee I Sing

A powerhouse of emotion;
that beats as it weeps,
pumps as it dumps,
sighs as it cries...
...sometimes, all at once!

Gives itself too often
when hormones do peak.

Takes little to soften
when a mate it seeks.

Succumbs, to scanty skirts
can’t resist, an open shirt.

Persists, to steal a glance

romance, will make it dance

Often, it fakes a break,

simply to steal'n embrace
courting pure passion,

sans any other emotion

Alas!

Age catches up.

It's pressure does soar;
suddenly it’s strong no more.

Yet, flutter it does
when beauty it sights.

And jumps just a tad
spotting,

a brawny young lad.

How little it takes

to make it aglow.

A touch, a wink, a glance,
and its juices will flow;

Although it senses

it's about time to go.

Fiesty red muscle,

the size of a fist.

The hotspot of emotion,

to sum up in jist.

A bundle of contradictions
defying all predictions:
-enlarges when it’s weakest,
-is strongest when beating slow.

Within a body bound
never ceases to astound…

Somehow you get to lose it

if love is to be found!

Happy Valentines Day!