Love's Heart... Poem by Phillip Blakley Martin

love's heart is inhumane it
disembarks the jealousy train
we humans feel a sting of disdain
but the heart of love is inhumane
it lies itself in its own pure light
sharing, daring, caring, unadulterated delight
we seek it dream it feel its pang
still the heart of love is inhumane
its fiery forge can make us sweat
feeling broken and eyes get wet
the hotter it gets the less we refrain
no thing in this world is more worth
... its pain