Our hearts are organs
And how they learn to love
Is ingrained each day we live.
The way we write or play
Strum or sing
Is built within our bodies
Motions etched in repetition
Repeated on command.
Unconscious obedience
From a conscious command.
Such it is with who we love
Though we know not why,
Somewhere we engraved a memory
A reminder to hold on
Step back
Keep an eye on this one.
Moonlit Poetry 