Heartbeat

In your heart beat

I hear marching bands and armies,

singing praises to our love,

readying arms to defend our love.

In your heartbeat,

I hear choirs and symphonies,

preaching the complexities of our love,

placing emphasis on how the little big things shape our love.

In your heartbeat,

I hear silent whispers and sweet prophecies

of how our love can bloom into a forever and bairn

vouchsafed to us by the inner turmoil’s of the love we carry within.

In your heartbeat,

I hear promises

and not false prophesies,

and that is where I will reside

till the rhythm stops and death claims my last breath.