If I did not describe my heart
how it yearns for you how it
quickens at every sight of you
every instant when I first hear
your voice if I did not write of
how it races when you come near
that it has skipped when you
have touched me that it pounds
with the expectation of your
touch every beat so hard that it
shakes my body enough for you
to see if I chose to keep the
secret of its quiet rhythm in
the morning when I wake how long
I have lain quietly amazed as our
hearts beat in perfect synchrony
that I wondered how many minutes
would pass before their rhythms
diverged every word withheld as
I lay down my pen and lock it
away with its barren white sheets
if I swore not to describe my
heart would it stop beating
forever?
This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:
David Emeron: Sonnets 
If you swore not to describe your heart it would not stop beating but would only be muffled within my own heart for a while, for I claim the right to cherish it within myself when the pen is locked away and the paper barren. Surely, it must then be in my care as you rest, my love.
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