From My Heart To Yours
Tethered by love
The human heart beats with the essence of life,
An organ that keeps death at bay,
But it holds more complexity than just a beat or two,
In fact, it has so much it needs to say.
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There are the butterflies that flutter from deep within,
That gaze that causes the strong beat to run,
The emotions that swell it to twice its size,
And the laughter that sees it thrum in fun.
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It does somersaults when a hug is received,
And smiles internally when presented with memories,
It strums along tethered to other precious souls,
And holds a chest full of treasuries.
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A whisper in the night can cause it to stutter,
Where it’ll skip a beat and dash all a flutter,
Especially when a caress makes it skip a beat,
As it races to a peak when it feels the heat.
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It feels your emotions to the tenth degree,
It tears to pieces at a loss or heartbreaking death,
It screams in agony when it crushes and breaks,
And often steals our life giving breath.
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It pounds to defence when our connections pine,
Feeling compassion for others when we hear a cry,
Softly breaking on another’s behalf,
Or whenever we feel their deep-seated sigh.
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Why?
What is it about this vessel that causes this hue?
The duties it’s responsible for over and above sustaining life,
Why? Because it’s the very definition of “I Love You!”
This poem has been written as part of the Know Thyself, Heal Thyself Prompt by Diana C. (Medium Publication and Writer)
I chose the following prompt :
Write about your translation of the words “I love you.”
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Comments (4)
Cherish the people around you because they make life worth living. Make the most of every day and live it to the fullest because we never know how much time we have left. I wish you good health, a bright future and a happy life. May you always be surrounded by love and support. 🙏🙏🙏
This is so true, my friend! Such a beautiful translation of I Love You!
So so true! I am in love with your poem.
Very well written!