This heart of mine, Is like an adamant child. It doesn't understand logic, It denies all sense. It wants what it wants, everything else be damned. This heart of mine, It rebels with my mind. Always at war, it never agrees, It Has to throw tantrums, all the time. This heart of mine, Is like an innocent child. It fights and cries on being wronged, It breaks over little things, And yet it returns, with the same love Everytime. This heart of mine, Is flesh and blood and veins intertwined, It has a soul of its own, It makes me more human, Than anything else ever known.