It Poem by Richard Netherland Cook

It is the very life of man,
Gods' gift it is I know,
It can hold all your secrets,
It is where true love can grow.

It can lift you from the depths
Of darkness and dispair,
And in the presence of love,
You will always find it there.

If it is broken, into a million pieces,
Love will be the glue,
That puts it back together,
So it will be like new.

Belief is its' salvation,
God made it strong, not weak,
It holds the hopes and dreams of man,
It can listen, but not speak.

A simple smile can be the key,
To unlock its' hidden treasure,
The love it holds for another,
One cannot even measure.

You can see through it and into it,
You can hurt and cause it pain,
You can bruise it and abuse it,
But its' strength it does retain.

It is born out of passion,
Full of hope and desire,
It can transform the world,
With its' power too inspire.

You can tug at it,
Make it laugh and sometimes cry,
Buy if you leave it lonely,
It will almost surely die.

There within the soul of man,
It is Gods' finest work of art,
And as everyone should know by now,
It is the human heart.

By Richard Netherland Cook