The heart, a quiet drum within,
A rhythm deep, where life begins,
Soft and steady, fierce and bold,
Its pulse a tale yet to be told.

A compass bound by hidden grace,
Guiding us through time and space,
It feels the weight of joy and sorrow,
Holding hope for each tomorrow.

It speaks in beats, a silent song,
Both tender touch and spirit strong,
With whispers fierce, it dares and dreams,
Alive in love’s uncharted streams.

It breaks and mends, it swells and fades,
In shadows cast and sunlight played,
Its paths are winding, strange, and free,
An endless map of mystery.

In every leap, in every fall,
It answers life’s persistent call—
To feel, to know, to risk, to part,
For in its depths lies all the heart.