In the depth of her chest, lies a precious art,
A beating rhythm, her extraordinary heart.
A symphony of feelings, emotions smart,
Guiding her through love, tearing her apart.
With each gentle thump, it sings in its own key,
Tales of passion, happiness, and agony.
A vessel of love, holds cherished memories,
A story untold, guarded with secrecy.
Her heart, a warrior when faced with sorrow,
Fights through the darkness, creating tomorrow.
A resilient beacon, shining bright and clear,
It carries hope, erasing any fear.
In moments of love, it soars and it dances,
A joyful melody, that romances and entrances.
Its tender whispers echo through her soul,
Unveiling love's mysteries, making her whole.
At times it flutters, like a butterfly's flight,
Caressed by affection, it soars to new heights.
A tender flutter, an embrace so divine,
Her heart and love, forever intertwined.
But like fragile glass, it easily shatters,
Leaving behind fragments, love's little matters.
Yet through the cracks, sparks of resilience gleam,
Her heart rebuilds, like a phoenix redeemed.
Oh, how precious it is, her delicate heart,
A timeless masterpiece, a work of art.
With every beat, it writes her story's song,
Echoing through eternity, forever strong.
YOU ARE READING
Her
Poetrythis isn't a novel, it's a poem serie made for someone precious to me, feel free to skip as the only reader that's important is her; however, you are not forbidden of reading this.
