Confessions of the heart
Are a true art to express
It's your soul slowly sliding off its little black dress
Exposing itself for only your eye
Unearthing emotion, it's molten core
For your heart to acknowledge and adore
You don't even notice or see me as cold
The story of the heart is never quite told
It's an art that takes many sessions
In that time there can be many regressions
This soul can't lie
It will be true
And never digress
With or without you it will shine nonetheless