HEARTBEATS

‘Heartbeats’ … WHB – Pen & Wash: April 2017

You stole a share of my heartbeats
That first time we walked on the hills.
I had thought that love would not happen,
I was done with excitement and thrills.

But you made me aware of my heartbeats,
Which I hardly had noticed before;
You brought to me new hope and passion,
A rebirth I could not ignore

So I now take heed of my heartbeats,
They race whenever you’re near,
They are a true measure of closeness,
They yearn for you till you appear.

Then in the fullness of time,
When my heart has run its full course,
I’ll know I’ve left you a portion of me,
My heartbeats’ still warm vital force.