In the realm where emotions start,
There lies a force, a work of art.
A vessel that beats with rhythm and grace,
It's called the heart, in every place.
Within its chambers, secrets keep,
The memories we sow, the tears we weep.
A symphony of love and pain,
A compass guiding through joy and strain.
It flutters like a butterfly's dance,
When love's sweet whispers take a chance.
But when it's broken, it can ache,
A river's sorrow in its wake.
Yet in its mending, it grows strong,
A testament to where it belongs.
For every scar and every bruise,
Reminds us how we can choose to lose.
For in the heart, courage resides,
To soar above the darkest tides.
To find the light through troubled days,
And heal the wounds in gentle ways.
Oh, heart, you are a marvel rare,
A tender soul with depths to bear.
With every beat, a story's told,
A testament of being bold.
So cherish well this precious part,
This essence of the human art.
For in the vastness of the soul,
The heart remains the priceless goal.
About the Creator
Kayla. N
I am a writer with a dream to tell stories that will touch people's hearts. I am passionate about using my writing to inspire others and to make a positive impact on the world.
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coud you please check your stats to see wether this poem’s views "Reads" has increased by 1 or not
great poem