Is Love an Organ?

Is Love an Organ?

Why do we ascribe love to the heart?

The organ with four valves

and the equal amount of chambers?

A strong yet fragile thing

that can take your life

if it pumps too much or not enough?

Is that what we think of love?

Not the blood or the brain

or even the kidney or liver

that filters and cleans,

but the organ that hides

behind the rib cage

like a child behind its mother's legs

or a jewel behind a pane of glass?

Is love something to be tucked away

and viewed from afar,

something to protect and harbor?

What hides in your heart that you call

‘love’?