My Heart

It’s just a muscle, is it not?
A simple pump
Ticking, tocking like a clock
In perfect perpetuity
Striving for infinity.
Cannot miss a single beat
Without disturbing nature’s force.
Rhythmic cadence, drum and fife,
Briskly marching, breathing life
Without remembrance or remorse.

More than simple mechanism,
My heartbeat is ever true.
Pure in essence,
Lodged in passion,
Constant, for
My heart is you.

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