The Organ that Dreams

Beating, pumping, enduring
Keeping me strong, not of my mind
but of body and soul

Ravaged by wars of love, lack of commitment
low connection or simply none at all.

It beats hard, sometimes fast yet sometimes slow

Finding peace at last yet swayed by a yearning organ

That’s craves love, strives to be cherished.

Plagues the mind of delusions of grandeur of the perfect love story.
Which in reality doesn’t seem to be a thing, as it’s the little things and the imperfections, that connect two longing souls to love, to bond, to create a life together.

In harmony.