The Heart
It is there to which I find love to exist.
That of something,someone,everything that matters.
It is attitude,not of self center,anger or hatred does it have.
But of devotion, care, giving and love I find deep in there.
It is the heart we live, not of a pain but love we show from it.
That of something much more, many don't understand but hurt they carry inside it.
It is of heart we strive as we struggle to survive a everyday existance.
It is there we are motivated from within the soul as we live and smile.
The heart, more than just an organ; it is life and spirit of God's love he shared.
It is being who we are that makes us what we are in life.
That what we choose to take in is what is also passed out among us all.
It is attitude that makes great love from there deep down within.
But it is the willingness to be love that we find ourself's there in seeking a friend.
To which we look for our needs to be meet we search to share the experience.
It is kindness and goodness but most of all it is me.
Because I am, love of a man and none can take that from me.
The heart is strong and no matter how many times it's trample in life.
It always bounce back with even more to give then had known before.
But love of the heart, the greatest thing known to mans existance.
It is attitude of being that we are love even through hatred in one.
But it is heart to which we breathe everyday just to live to love.
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