My heart and me.

One, two, three…the beats still count.

I know it’s there, I feel it’s sound.

It reminds me there’s life in me,

of course, that’s how it’s meant to be.

My friend within, we never fight,

but if we do, I know it’s right,

for it knows me more than I do,

my thoughts, intentions, my plans too.

The shape of love is what it takes.

The beauty in it cannot be faked.

It holds the power to my breath,

and when it sleeps, it’s goodbye earth!

It’s fast, it’s wise, it’s large, it’s kind.

Some call it soul, some call it mind.

How beautiful my life will be,

depends on us; my heart and me!

 

 

ifeKleva.