Only thy heart, dear Maggie, if you ask,
Holds secrets and dreams within its flask.
A treasure trove, where feelings reside,
In whispered echoes that love can't hide.

In moments shared, in tender embrace,
Thy heart reveals, in its sacred space.
Its beats tell stories, woven so fine,
In every rhythm, a tale entwined.

Only thy heart, if you inquire,
Holds passions, aflame like a burning fire.
In its chambers, emotions sail,
A love's diary, an ancient tale.

Through laughter's dance or tears that fall,
Thy heart stands true, through it all.
Its echoes resonate in love's gentle art,
Only thy heart, dear Maggie, holds its part.

In every beat, a whispered plea,
A tale of love that's meant to be.
Its rhythm echoes, a cherished task,
Only thy heart knows, if you ask.