There is nothing on Earth as beautiful as a pure heart beating
Dedicated to its righteous and truest vocation
Which stands it above and sets it apart
From the purveyors of fear and trepidation
To wallow there is not sinful or wanton
For it enamours us of the deepest divine
Over the plains of Soul I hold truth's lantern
O sweet, this luscious light of mine
I've read the book of Heart and feel
Enchanted of it's joys and blisses
The indelible, ineffable truth of Love is real
When magic strikes it never misses
    O beating hearts, you are beheld
    In awe, in Love our spirits weld