I'm a symbol of love, and a sign of life, Pumping blood, with a constant strife, In your chest, I beat with care, A vital organ, beyond compare, Beating for you, with all my might. You may go with your gut, or trust in me, Just know that what I want, I will get and happy I will be.

Grand and wide with space to spare, more rooms than one could ever share. A palace made for those with means, where even closets could be queens.

top a king or queens head the top of a plant a bigger fancier tiara

I have no throat, yet love to shout, I help small whispers travel out. At games or rallies I take the lead, Turning gentle pleas to forceful creed. A hollow cone with brassy tone - What am I, though not a bone?

Start it with an a and it describes the cause Start it with an e and it's the aftermath Most say both almost or exactly the same