A heart is a form of love and affection,
Yet it cannot feel a thing.
It's supposed to know better then your head,
It's supposed to humm and sing.

Love comes from the heart,
Yet only liquid it sends.
But isn't love just
What happiness lends?

You can only love with poor heart,
Yet the heads the one that thinks.
Isn't love what you think of someone?
Or that's wat says my shrinks!

Love isn't what you think,
It is what you feel.
Yet isn't it your head
That makes things seem real?

A heart is just a form of living
That stops when the head is dead.
The term "love comes from the heart" is just a saying
Thought up by someone, lying thoughtless in their bed.