Second guess a heart,
if you dare,
if you must.
Question it,
wonder why,
try to see
inside.
What makes it tick,
there is no tock,
no rhyme,
no reason.
It’s not as simple
as a clock,
complex
as clocks
they be.
Tell it what to do,
it will laugh at you,
try to control it,
then you’ll know,
it’s the one
that has control.
It gives love,
it feels pain,
when it’s hurt,
that’s what remains,
but it can mend
with enough care,
from another loving heart.
