In tune with the sounds, of the world surrounding
Her heart beats a tune to which mine finds astounding
In love I fell; blind, as I followed her beat
Like a bind to her rhythm, her heart, mine must meet
Lead by pure love, as I walked through the trees
On that warm autumns day, in an ocean of leaves
My butterfly rib cage withheld as I walked
An aorta cocoon with pure love in my thoughts
Without notice the sound started fading away
And the heart that I’d followed had now gone astray
Down the cobblestone path I could see silhouettes
A man and a woman with her head on his chest
Had I followed the beat to a heart which was taken
Or is love just a feeling in which our hearts are mistaken