In the quiet chambers of the heart,
Words dance like shadows in the light,
Each syllable a whisper, each pause a sigh,
As ink flows from the soul’s delight. In every longing, every tear that falls,
A story weaves through silence and space,
The heart's writings, tender and true,
Are echoes of love in time’s embrace.
They speak of joy, of burdens borne,
Of dreams that flutter on wings of night,
In the tapestry of life, they’re finely spun,
A testament to the spirit’s flight.
So let the heart write with fervent grace,
For in its verses, all truths reveal,
In every line, a sacred trace,
Of the love we hold, the wounds we heal.