Love twisting into a painful cry by the shallowness of it.

Life harnessed at the youth with the conflicting ideas.

Conflicts making up dashing remorse from its depth.

Taught from the age, to be but thin and fair with so long hair.

Where its origin is often forgotten...

Overflowing from its walls can the angst have but a better job,

It plays a part in each decision to we lean towards,

An unavoidable magnetism toward its feels.

It is but the center of emotions though not pragmatically;

It could be what causes the negatives yet 

We become grateful for the bliss we seek ,

It is the heart. 

The center, cure, and cause for all

For we all deserve to experience the nature's course.