What Your Heart Is Not

Your heart is not a pair of runner's legs
Neither a pair of swimmer's arms
It is not a boxer's punch

Your heart is your heart
And romance is not a gymnast
And chemistry is not a race

Your heart is not a yogi, she cannot bend further away from her center or else she might have fallen
Deep and hard

When it does happen,
You can hear the familiar clinks from afar
As tiny fraction will appear over its bright red wall

Your heart is not agile,
So listen to the cue when the sky is rumbling
It only means you need to take shelter instead of dancing into the storm

Because heart can break
And you might lose all the love you saved for yourself