Heartbeat

by David M Gunson



She is the reason for my heartbeat She is the pulse beneath my wrist. She is my every exhalation. She is the breath that fills my soul. She is the sun by which I rise; without my beloved there is no dawn. She is the moon by which I sleep. She is my beginning and my end. She is the path that I follow; it is with her that I am complete. The way to my beloved is where faith and love abide. If I loved her any more there would be no room for Life to reside. If I loved her any less Life would abandon me in shame.

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