Echoes of the Heart

In the chambers of the heart, a symphony plays,
A melody of love, loss, and bygone days,
Each beat a note, each pulse a rhyme,
Echoing through the corridors of time.

The heart, a storyteller, a poet true,
Weaving tales of joy, sorrow, and all we’ve been through,
A chronicle of the lives we’ve led,
The paths we’ve walked, the tears we’ve shed.

Listen closely to the echoes that resound,
The whispers of the past, the truths profound,
For in the heart’s depths, secrets dwell,
Of love unconditional, and stories untold.

The echoes speak of passion’s fire,
Of the flames that consume, the wild desire,
Of the rush of love, the giddy dance,
And the magic found in romance.

They tell of the ache of love lost,
Of the void left behind, the heart’s great cost,
Of the shattered dreams, the broken trust,
And the pain that lingers, like an ancient rust.

Yet through the echoes, a resilience shines,
A strength that endures, a love that binds,
For the heart, though scarred, beats on with might,
A testament to the human spirit’s light.