No complications; not even the slightest trace of mystery engulfing it, 

 

No glamour; not even the most minuscule essence of salacious lechery embedded in it, 

 

No discrimination; not even an infinitesimal feeling of racism encompassing it, 

 

No hatred; not even a whisker of deceitful sound emanating from it, 

 

No flattery; not even the tiniest space of sanctimonious thought enveloping it, 

 

No artificiality; not even the most inconspicuous iota of debauchery penetrating it, 

 

No revenge; not even a diminutive particle of vindictive belligerence embodied in it, 

 

No lies; not even the remotest sign of manipulation lingering close to it, 

 

No pompousness; not even the thinnest cloud of formality entrapped in it, 

 

No hostility; not even the most obsolete form of rampant massacre encapsulating it, 

 

No stardom; not even the spurious feeling of worthlessly being something encircling it, 

 

No frigidity; not even the most bizarre sign of perilous old age permeating it, 

 

No infidelity; not even the most ethereal insinuations of betrayal puncturing it, 

 

No makeup; not even the most nascent forms of glitterati hovering around it, 

 

No sadness; not even the most microscopic bits of deplorable gloom circulating around it, 

 

No color; not even the most insipid tinge of haughty design circumventing it, 

 

No cowardice; not even the faintest shadow of fear and retreat entrenching it, 

 

No age; not even the most dreadful dwindling of bones affecting it, 

 

No rest; not even the most thunderous sleep at nightfall ceasing or having any impact on it, 

No price; not even the entire wealth amalgamated together in this world able to  purchase it, 

 

Only love, desire, an overwhelmingly stupendous ardor to live; an immortal spirit of nostalgia; was how I would; and am sure all of you would choose to describe the violently palpitating and volatile HUMAN HEART.