Cannot stand,
yet has feet,
throat and mouth,
yet can’t eat.
Has lungs,
cannot breathe,
lips and tongue,
cannot speak.
In darkness dwells,
doesn’t bite or swallow.
Has nose, can’t smell,
doesn’t walk, yet follows.
Has not life,
is not dead.
Brings great joy,
makes young lovers wed.
Has a mind,
can’t discern.
Dearly loved,
can’t love in return.
Ever swimming,
has no gills.
Makes men’s knees weak,
and mothers ill.
Never wakes,
always dreams.
Torn apart,
in silent screams.
Nameless, blind,
precious, frail,
voiceless, sleeping,
innocent, jailed.
What is it?
I guess its the human heart. Though the line, ‘Makes men’s knees week’ is confusing me.