Heart's Woes Unveiled

In the depths of sorrow, my spirit weeps,

As I ponder upon love's twisted keeps.

A topic so delicate, I dare to explore,

Heart's mystery, where anguish does implore.

Yet I must tread upon this fragile ground,

With words of caution, so profound.

For the heart, dear friend, knows no form,

Nor does it seek to cause harm or deform.

It beats within us, a rhythm so pure,

A vessel of emotions, strong and sure.

But alas, it is not the heart that shapes,

It's the world around us, where darkness escapes.

For love, a beacon, guiding souls astray,

Can turn to shadows in the light of day.

The heart, innocent, a willing host,

Is victim to the whims of those who boast.

In the hands of deception, it falls prey,

To love's impostors, who lead it astray.

But let us not blame the heart for its plight,

For it yearns for connection, with all its might.

It seeks solace in the warmth of another,

A balm to heal wounds, to make it smother.

Yet it is the world that twists and turns,

Manipulating love until it burns.

So let us remember, in this poetic tale,

That the heart's true essence shall never fail.

It is not the heart that shapes, but the world it beholds,

And in understanding this truth, compassion unfolds.