Write Poetry: about your heart—not what it does or who it loves, but the odd and weird stuff it is made of

Okay, this now is a REAL challenge!

How the hell am I to write about the weird stuff my heart is made of? Even worse, how the hell am I to write PEOTRY?

Geez, this is gonna take a while...

Well, my glass of wine is next to me and maybe it will prove its generosity and give me inspiration...

To define one's heart is not an easy task,

Hearts are really funny things,

But I will try, without drinking up a wine cask,

And hopefully before my phone rings.

Mine's not only funny, it's crazy-

It changes its mind almost every day

I swear, it's not only crazy, also hazy. 

and very often I'm getting fray.

It tends to do one utterly stupid thing,

It's falling in love-

I'd say it's a real ding-a-ling-

And leaves me as a mourning dove.

It's falling in love with real men,

My stupid heart, it just won't listen,

It's doing it over and over again.

It won't let my wisdom glisten.

It gets attached, it gets involved,

Far too quickly, far too easy,

And this leads to problems, all unsolved.

And I can't do nothing - but feel queasy.

And in the end, it leaves me there,

All devastated, all despaired;

Of my pain, it won't take its share,

it leaves me alone, of all happiness bared.