Happy Valentine's Day

I've been messing around with poems about the heart. Here's one.

In My Dream of the Heart

In my dream of the heart,
the heart comes with a holy GPS
that tells it where next
to go. Heart buys a bus ticket
to a better place, a rest stop
for the broken hearted,
for the disheartened, for anyone
who knows heart ache.
There's no hurt in this dream
of the heart, no secret hates
waiting to prey, no haven
for the heartless. All night long
heart rides, heart-felt
and full-hearted, foolhearted.