An organ, yet also a metaphor

It is where we love and lose love

but at what gore

could love be lost

if it makes up the fibers of the heart?

There is a secret drain hidden that most cannot see

and only reciprocated love can plug it up

Thus love remains and is renewed each day

As it spreads to the entire body

If there is no reciprocation, then one must always be trying to fill it with love

as it empties at the same time

and eventually it will drain faster then one can fill it

And there will be no love.

Apart from God, family, and friends

This plug is meant for one person alone

and the more people that try to plug it up

the harder it is find the right person.

I once knew a girl and she gave me a temporary plug that was intended to fade away

It was hope

And for some time I thought it so much more

Yet instead of getting stronger each day

it lost its strength 

and now love flows out and I have hardly the strength to fill my heart again.

If complimented by love and truth, hope is the strongest 

but only worry befriended it

Thus now alone my heart empties

With sad songs

but I have conjured up a hope on my own

It needs no source except in its true creator

and I look to Him for ever faithful is the hope I have in His love

even when a woman I chased is gone and I look around to no avail.