My heart – you broke it, sorta
You started with the aorta
then tugged at the veins and artery
and unplugged the main part of me.
You closed the right ventricle,
choked it tight, then you pulled
and shocked the valves
You shouldn’t have
interrupted the rhythm
and messed with ’em,
rushing from chamber to chamber.
Gosh, the danger!
But . . . that’s romance.
(I’m not de-fibbing)
We take a chance when
we give someone our heart.
Lamar Howell's Weblog 
My first truly romantic poem . . . I think.
Great poem, I really like it. The last few lines seem to break away slightly from the rhythm and rhyme, but perhaps that is part of the imagery of a heart being broken.
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