Our hearts are not
all they seem to be.
They are not just
muscles pumping blood
throughout our bodies.
They are the most
intricate of beacons,
thumping out a frequency
and listening to the rhythms
of every other heart.
Some hearts share
segments of the same beat,
but ultimately, unfortunately,
are not the same as the
tune your own heart sings.
Until that day comes
(and it always comes)
when your heart
and another's
sync up.
And together they make
a symphony so beautiful
that it manifests into
a physical attraction
and an emotional bond.
So I'm here waiting,
and I'll keep on waiting,
until my heart
and another's
make the melody of love.
I owe the inspiration for this poem to Wayne Visser's "Wishing Leaves".