The Heart

Is a heart beat just a heartbeat,
Or something more.
Is it the way of life,
Or is it just a door.

It's a sign for a life,
And a sign for death.
But it's also a door for love ,
The push for our final breathe.

The heart is misunderstood,
Its a true mystery.
No matter how much we try,
The true meaning we will never see.

We use it for love,
We beat,tear and break it.
But because of that love,
We are strong and will never submit.

It's the true meaning of life,
The symbol of friendship, love everything between.
It's the thing we will always truly need,
Though the true meaning is something rarely ever seen.