Heart the metaphor

What is this about the heart

An illusion in love, used so much in art

Songs and sonnets, plays and books

Breaking hearts, heart sick

Love is a product of the mind

Involving emotions, hormones running blind

Attraction starts not from the heart

That’s really not the part

Maybe from a glance that stirs the senses

A touch,mutual interests, our own incentives

The feelings however caused, are a raging torrent

Estcasy can’t be abhorrent

It’s when those feelings wax then wane

That maybe things change refrain

If love goes sour

And walks out the door

Our heart will continue beating

It’s our mind that makes illusions sweeping

Our metaphor

When love walks out the door

Heart Breaking