A rolling sea of emotions
Wash over swirling neural thoughts
Controlling actions
And expressing words
The heart sits on the Throne of Organs
Enduring harsh enterprises
Surviving, living, beating
Offering no poker face
Each face
Each belief
Construes from this lovely genetic system
This is why the mind becomes
A monster
Topped with green jealousy;
The sweet heart will never know
In it's beautiful innocence
That the cold brain is emulous
And eternally envious of the heart