In the quiet chambers where emotions reside,
My heart whispers secrets it cannot hide.
A symphony of feelings, a tender art,
In the language of beats, my heart says something.
Softly it murmurs, a tale untold,
In the echoes of love, both young and old.
A language unspoken, yet deeply known,
In the silent conversation, my heart\'s tone.
Sometimes it sings a melody of joy,
A blissful tune without any decoy.
Other times, in melancholy it sways,
A somber rhythm in the heart\'s maze.
Through the highs and lows, the sweet and rough,
My heart speaks, sometimes loud, sometimes in a hush.
In the poetry of pulsations, a language divine,
My heart says something, and I read the sign.