In a time when modern advances have rendered even the most stubborn loves nimble and fancy-free, those who cherish love's steadfastness above all have one place they know they can look to find it: the heart. Yes, the age passes us by with its dizzinesses and frenetic pace of change, but on this one thing can all the world depend: the heart. The heart! Solid! Pert! Firm of fiber and steady of beat! Set to a clock that times my blood, synchronized to one watch only: your eyes.
The heart leads by standing firm, as life and love rush past suspended in luminous fluid. But it is no mere bystander to passer-by, no! The heart is the motive force that impels its world's very orbit! Clutching the blood to its bosom, then expanding in a mighty sigh, then again the tight clutch - it's rapid contractions are the slapping hand that spins its red pulsing world on its axis! Oxygen! Chemicals! Nutrients! Hormones! The very broth and froth of love itself! Waste products!
The heart. Remember that. Every organ has its place, its role to fill. None more so than the heart! A leader, in love.
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