the heart whispers in my chest,
beating low in my ribcage,
it murmurs lowly about love and dreams,
begging to wander on its blessed quest.
the heart whispers in my chest,
but the head sees no reason to find rest,
in persuing this tantalizing request.
the heart whispers in my chest,
beating low in my ribcage,
it cooed to the brain,
enticing pictures of flying high
the mind shakes it head, immune to the heat’s gentle pleas,
the mind is still cautious, and replies “oh, but why?”.
- R.K.