Surviving Heartbreak

The Heart

The heart is more than an organ,

More than a beat in our chest;

It pumps life through our bodies,

But in love, it finds its rest.

We speak of heartbreak and longing,

Of loss that cuts deep like a knife;

The heart is more than a muscle—

It feels every joy, every strife.

We don't chose who we love,

Our hearts makes that choice alone;

We're left to trust its wisdom,

Or defy what it's always known.

We have no control over our hearts;

It wants what it desires.

Mine chose you without a doubt,

A love that never tires.

I believe your heart chose me,

It's whisper is clear and true;

Now it's up to you to listen—

Or learn the lessons it gives to you.

I've learned my lessons well,

From a heart that knows it's place;

Love isn't something we control,

It's a force we must embrace.

—MistakenGenius