Guess Poem #2

she came to fix and left it broken

I had it dear, innocent and softly spoken

movies tug at this, at the end all emotional

kisses and love raise it to be almost uncontrollable

the center of my universe, of my being

I only want one to cradle it and its vast meaning

sometimes they’re new, and sometimes they’re old

somedays very warm or others hurting and cold

this thing that we all have within

it wants to burst out, I find it hard to keep in

the mother of all my organs, strong yet little

if I give it to you, please be gentle