Musings of the Heart

It beats..
It knows when I am sad..

When joy comes, it celebrates with me

I thought I could hide my pain..
But the beating is strained..
Then pleasure appears and the thudding quickens..

It has no voice
It can't speak
But it says a lot about me..

When hate invades me
Sweat patches appear on my face..
Because it knows and beats in chops..

Then I meet you..
And You meet me..
We meet us..

We are excited ..
You are in love ..
I feel loved..

It beats with rhythm..
The rhythm rushes your blood..
My face lights up

And your eyes reflect Love
For the Heart may be inaudible
But it speaks volume in its musings...