They say love dwells in the heart,
That red mysterious chamber
That pumps three billion times
If you are blessed to remain
For your three score year and ten;
It’s so good to hear it beat
Again and again and again,
That reassuring thud in your chest
Until the day comes
When you know that your heart
Might need an operation
Or a little adjustment
Or even a replacement…
And one thing I guarantee:
It will stop in the end;
It’s a fickle friend indeed
–
If love resides in the heart,
How can we ever say
That it outlives death and stays?
I want my true love
To dwell in a safer haven,
To be carried from life into life
If such a thing is possible;
I don’t want to forget,
I want to be able to find
Those people I loved
By some imbedded instinct
In the world I come to next
And hope I may find them sooner
To not waste a single heart beat
–
So pump away, little heart,
While you are healthy and whole,
But don’t expect me to trust you
To look after love everlasting
Or control my deepest feelings;
I will keep my love
Wrapped round my soul
Entwined with my deeper being,
Soaked into my essence
My ethereal whole
And all that’s essential
To be existential…
In some other future world,
My soul is always with me
