The Heart

The heart, it beats with blood, nourished like anything else. Yet feed it once with love, and it is reborn into something beautiful, sustained by a glance here, a touch there, a kiss... And never again shall blood alone suffice. The heart shown true life once can never again beat with vigor in the vacuum of loneliness.

The heart, sometimes it forgets, and sometimes, the memory is too strong---branded into one's soul so completely that all the forces of Heaven and Hell, though they try, stumble and are defeated at the walls of love.