Tin Man

Wise men speculate, philosophers ask, “Does love exist? Or is it survival Mechanism of the species: hormones, Chemicals, perceptions or illusions? But those who question need to ask poets, We, practitioners of the soulish arts, Intuitive doctors of discov’ry, Know the covalent strength of love-bound hearts. Try to loose it, break it, crush it, and life Falls fundamentally fractured, pierc’d; Just pretend, make believe cannot produce This devastation. The Tin Man knew he Had obtain’d his heart as Dorothy click’d Her heels good-bye. “I know it’s real. It hurts!”