The heart’s a great gift

We’ve let go adrift

Enamored by the mind

We leave our self behind

The heart weeps soul’s tears

Such a legacy, but no heirs

The mind has us in a vise

It dangles joy through vice 

The heart washes the body

The insides are wet and soggy

Oozing with love and joy

We enjoy when in heart’s employ

The heart’s where truth springs

By the end, it always wins

Being true to our self, it’s ours

Our eyes open to its showers