Just imagine what might be,
The song our heart is beating,
Is it a lovely melody
Or just a beat repeating?

No matter for how long you sit
And how close you want to be,
The beat just doesn't seem to hit
The notes, it's like a bumblebee,

Flying about, no track in mind,
Buzzing restless in its search
As if it's struggling to find
The perfect flower and to merge

Into something more that him,
Love is what it seems at first,
But needs a rhythm from within,
Something that can make it burst,

Burst with rhythm and delight,
But what's this I hear now,
It's a tune that sounds so right
As it's natural somehow.

You search for it around your world,
The source for this delightful tune
Believing is some sort of bird,
Your sight is way above the moon.

Every plant and every rock
Has been turned to find it,
But when you feel you'll run amok,
That's when you feel your heartbeat.

It feels the tempo inside you,
Fits the tune you heard before,
It seems the love that's made for two,
Must have its rhythm-ed matching score.

This song played by the two hearts,
Can be heard only by them,
But be felt in other parts,
That extend beyond this realm.