Whispers Of the Heart

In the quiet of the night, they start,

Those gentle, fleeting whispers of the heart.

Soft murmurs that only the soul can hear,

Telling tales of joy, longing, and fear.

In the hush of the dawn's first light,

They weave their delicate threads so bright.

A symphony of hopes and dreams they impart,

Guiding us through the maze of the heart.

With each beat, they softly sing,

Of love's sweet embrace and the joy it brings.

They paint pictures of memories held dear,

And soothe the wounds of yesteryear.

Through the storms of life, they're a steady guide,

A compass true, in the tumultuous tide.

They whisper of courage, of faith, of grace,

Leading us to a brighter place.

Though sometimes faint, their voice is clear,

In moments of doubt, they draw near.

For in the whispers of the heart's sweet song,

We find the strength to carry on.

So heed the whispers in the stillness of night,

Let them lead you to the path of light.

For in their gentle cadence, you'll find your part,

In the timeless melody of the whispers of the heart.