What The Heart Carries

The restless heart beats fierce beneath the skin,
Brave in its hope, yet soft with every scar.
It breaks in silence, where the dreams begin,
And sings of love that reaches near and far.

Entwined in joy and pain, it dares to stand,
Though weighted down by fears it must outgrow.
No stony wall can keep its open hand—
For love’s pure flame is all the heart can know.

Through every ache, through every whispered call,
It holds a truth that time can’t shake or move:
That love, above all burdens great or small,
Remains the force the heart will always prove.

So let it break and bleed—still it will rise,
Because the heart is love in endless guise.