The Heart of Love

The Heart of Love

The heart of love is so easily captured,

Easily broken, and difficult to heal.

The young believe their hearts immune—

To pain, or loss, or time.

They give them away too quickly,

And too quickly, they are lost.

The pain they feel is unbearable,

But soon they try again,

Convinced that this time is different.

With time, the heart—

Once so tender and pure—

Strengthens through loss,

Grows patient with time,

Trusts with caution,

And risks more slowly.

It learns what only age can teach:

Love is not a sprint,

Not a race to ecstasy—

But a long-distance run.

Each step along the way

Becomes proof of love’s promise.

The longer it loves,

The more it trusts, forgives, endures—

It beats in rhythm with

The pulse of the cosmos,

A sacred meter born of the divine,

A cosmic drumbeat calling to all.

A heart in time with that great march

Learns that to love another

One must first love oneself—

Enfolded in the knowledge

Of its own worth,

Its purpose, its infinity—

Present, inherent,

Needing no permission, no praise.

For love is not earned,

Nor demanded, nor caged.

True love blooms from within.

It sings its own love song—

The song of the Divine

That sings to us all.

And as it sings to one,

It connects all hearts,

Drawing each to the other

To share in the life

That reveals the sacred in everything—

Until every heart,

Across all time and space,

Beats together as One.