The Heart

A bright see-through glass,
A telescope of a soul,
But never the same picture
Will be exposed to your mind.

Its shape holds a mystery,
May be broken in two piece.
A sign to the Amore,
And a tyrants remorse.

As delicate as the wind,
Like a surface of a lake,
It will not take too much,
To break the balance within.

Held in a cage of ribs,
Or hidden between words.
Each person knows of it,
But some do not possess.