The human heart

When it comes to

matters of the heart

nothing is certain,

and what seems so

solid and true one day

can be a slippery mess on another.


The fragile human heart,

this realm of desires and affections,

is as predictable as an ocean,

whose swells rise and fall

and then become flat as a mirror.


And yet for all its

twists and turns of fate and mood,

it is this fickle realm that brings

to life and animates all

that makes the human life

worth the living,

for in it the springs of joy arise

and the depth of sadness drips,

and love finds its deepest place

among the storms and the swells,

and the perfect crystalline day.