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 turmoils of the love we carry within.
In your heartbeat,
I hear sermons filled with truths,
truths I’ve heard before but never believed,
because they lacked the conviction of your love.