The Heart And Love? Poem by Peter Vector

I see no similarity,
Between love and the heart
Who was the one that thought that up?
How does a muscle that pumps blood,
Even come close to the feeling of love?

Love is not a physical thing,
It's a mystery that hides in the invisible
A part, or realm, we cannot, or choose not, to see.

The heart pounds and pumps, but never breaks.
It does not crack down the center,
And fade into a great black mass.

Blood-like feelings rush throughout each one of our bodies,
Simmering through our veins, like a crimson flood,
Losing one dropp is like losing the world...

Drip, drop, drip, drop,
The sounds of my open wounds make
Drip, drop, drip, drop,
The sound of the lack of love...
It breaks the silence of the empty dark room,
A puddle of blood mixed with tears,
I am cut open, I am crying, I am alone...