The Heart Poem by Matthew Collins

What does it mean to have a heart, The vessel for the soul
What does it mean to love a heart, to see and hold so near
What does it mean to know a heart, to fix and break and mold
What exactly is a heart, a tool a hole a tear

Do we even have a heart, or is it just a void
Do we even need a heart, or is it just a fire
Do we even trust a heart, or keep it just at bay
Or is the heart a construct, of the mind of man

For love and lust
Destroy the trust
Of all the hearts we hold

and all we know
The ebb and flow
Of the heart is gold