Tin Man
Wise men speculate, philosophers ask,
“Does love exist? Or is it survival
Mechanism of the species: hormones,
Chemicals, perceptions or illusions?
But those who question need to ask poets,
We, practitioners of the soulish arts,
Intuitive doctors of discov’ry,
Know the covalent strength of love-bound hearts.
Try to loose it, break it, crush it, and life
Falls fundamentally fractured, pierc’d;
Just pretend, make believe cannot produce
This devastation. The Tin Man knew he
Had obtain’d his heart as Dorothy click’d
Her heels good-bye. “I know it’s real. It hurts!”
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