Sonnet for Poetry Month #4

My heart quite fills me with astonishment
In its amazing stubborn persistence;
Its foolish self-defeating discernment
And monomaniacal insistence.
With an obsession unassailable
It ignores billions all the world over
To cling to the most unavailable
As my absolute and only lover.
Do you know something that my brain does not
You ceaseless exasperating muscle?
Why do you claim this man is so damn hot
That you quiver with every corpuscle?
O Organ what a waste of time it is
To long to press against ribs to feel his.