The bass of life and a strong pump,
From the fluttering child to a blackened grump.
It's what keeps you alive, keeps you going.
Powering your body and keeps blood flowing.
It's what helps us fall in love and feel like we can fly,
What shatters wit hate, makes us want to die.
We like to use it to think, negating the brain,
But if we do it too often, we'll certainly go insane.
We attribute it to love because, you couldn't live without it,
If you could call that living, a permanent state of hell and feeling like shit.
When it comes to organs, this is one of the best.
What is this imperative beating in our chest?