The heart sends out a prayer
As it gracefully accepts defeat
To make the body stronger
So these sagas of the heart dont repeat
For there is nothing like a love-filled heart;
It's purely blood and muscle
It's the mind that keeps tugging at it
And ends up in a tussle.
So the mind stands up -strong and tall
Tends the wounds of the heart..
And never allows the heart to fall  
Never to fall in love,  of all....