The heart is the world.
Filled with life known to exist or not.
Containing the life that make up everything.
And protects this life, even at the cost of its own.

The heart is the sun.
Pulsing heat and light into the world.
As of the warmth of an embrace.
And the illuminating glimmer of hope to others.

The heart is the vast outer space.
The wide black void.
But only through this darkness,
Can we see the specks of light better and brighter.

The heart is the universe.
Home of the known and the unknown.
Where the bloodstream lies as the continuum of time and space.
And the only place I'd rather be.