The complexity of a human heart
The human heart, a maze of thought,
A realm of love, of battles fought.
It beats with rhythms, soft and wild,
A quiet storm, both fierce and mild.
In tender moments, it will soar,
Then crash to depths we can’t ignore.
A single glance, a fleeting touch,
Can stir a storm, or heal so much.
It holds within a thousand dreams,
Yet often breaks at silent screams.
It longs for peace, yet yearns for war,
A complex dance of want and more.
It loves so deeply, yet can fear,
A fragile thing, but crystal clear.
It builds its walls, then knocks them down,
A restless heart, a royal crown.
In its chambers, joy and grief,
Grasping for meaning, seeking relief.
It whispers truths and keeps them close,
A tender thing, both kind and gross.
And though it’s scarred, it still will beat,
In joy and sorrow, incomplete.
For even broken, it will rise,
A masterpiece, beneath the skies.
The human heart, so rich, so wild,
A labyrinth of every child.
No simple map can chart its course,
Yet in its depth, we find our source.