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’ve touched me; that it pounds with the
Expectation of your touch, every beat
Hard enough that you can see it shake me;
Kept secret its quiet morning rhythm;
Long amazed our hearts beat in synchrony;
Wondering how long they would not diverge;
Locked away my pen, and ink, and paper.
If I swore never to describe my heart,
Unheard, would it stop beating forever?
This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:
David Emeron: Sonnets 
“Kept secret its quiet morning rhythm;” – I love this verse, and the the last reimagines that well-known question beautifully.
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Thank you. I must admit I wrote these words quite quickly for the example I was in the process of sharing; however I appreciate that you liked my wording.
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I certainly did and thank you for sharing.
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I am enjoying these all over again. Each step has it’s charm…
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