The Kindest Heart Beating

When the door closes, and we part—

Our paths divide in a precarious—curious—

Passing that primarily caters to the piece of me

That longs to dive into your innermost workings,

And meet the puppeteers within your headspace.

The thoughts that make you uniquely you—

Are the uttermost enigmas that are etched

Delicately by the articulations you deliver—

Benevolence and passion I wish to uncover

And with permission, hold forever.

When you are not near, I hobble home

With my heart hording your figure, wishing

I had another moment to bashfully peer

Beyond your eyes to the person beneath,

Or dare to discover your deepest dreams.

For in that moment, between breaths,

I would long to speak and embellish

The beauty that binds you truly.

I could spend a century contently

Counting your finest features.

When we part, pass, proceed, progress

Or push on, I ponder upon how, as much

As I would like to hold your arm,

It seems, equally as much I yearn

To gratify the gears of your mind.

I wish to mingle amongst a unity

Of mutual understanding, beginning

With the cognitions and comprehensions

That can both breed compassion

And ignite a blissful feeling

You are the portico on the steps

Of a summered season—a being

Who might be mentioned alongside

The seraphs of heaven—For yours

Is the kindest heart beating.

     DannYetman

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