_The Heart_

Within the cage of bone and sinew, lies A silent sentinel, where life's rhythm lies. Beating in time with joy and sorrow, The heart, a vessel of a timeless tomorrow. It sings a song of love's tender grace, And bears the scars no eye can trace. With every beat, a story told, Of passions fierce and love's stronghold. A tender heart, a fortress true, It weathers storms, yet stays brand new. In every throb, a tale unfolds, The heart, a symphony of mysteries untold.