What of my Heart

What of my heart..
It's just a beating pump
It has no mind but yet it feels..
Kindness touches it..
Beauty moves it..
Memories sooth it..

What of my heart..
Meaness makes it ache..
Bleakness makes it sad..
Loss makes it break..

What of my heart..
Forever an enigma
As to how that works..
During the quiet times
I hear it beat..
Yet in the times of despair
I feel its pain..

Oh what of my heart..