Her heart was a drum that
a rare few could ever
learn how to play.
Yet many had tried,
making herself forget
how it was to be played.
'But you' , she said, 'you make
me feel the rhythm of life again.
I don't know how to thank you.'
Leaning towards her chest,
I told her;
The sound of your heart is the
melody to my rhythm,
and when they are in union;
I am complete.
So, let me just take you in.
~ z.s
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 5:11 PM UTC
Her heart was a drum that
a rare few could ever
learn how to play.
Yet many had tried,
making herself forget
how it was to be played.
'But you' , she said, 'you make
me feel the rhythm of life again.
I don't know how to thank you.'
Leaning towards her chest,
I told her;
The sound of your heart is the
melody to my rhythm,
and when they are in union;
I am complete.
So, let me just take you in.
~ z.s
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