It's futile you know.
A never ending battle to fight your heart and the feelings it keeps.
It's not your heart that's in control.
It's a mere electric pump.
It has four chambers.
The secrets it keeps are absolutely none.
It stores no emotion nor feelings of pain.
Unless of course it's broken, but it's not destroyed by love and pain.
It may complain a bit if it's oxygen supply is breached, a touch of angina.
Maybe an infarct.
Perhaps it'll die.
There is no true love, not in the hearts of women or fellows.
Love is just a state of mind.
A cocktail of emotions and several crazy notions.
(C) LIVVI