In quiet chambers deep inside,
Where reason yields and dreams abide,
There lies a spark, a silent start—
The ancient magic of the heart.
It speaks in beats, in whispered song,
A rhythm pulsing soft and strong.
No spell or wand, no mystic art
Can match the power of the heart.
It weaves its threads through joy and pain,
Through sunlit hours and midnight rain,
A hidden light, a sacred chart
That guides us home—this faithful heart.
It knows the truth we dare not say,
It leads us when we’ve lost our way,
Through darkest night and worlds apart,
We’re never lost with such a heart.
It loves without a need to claim,
It burns and heals with just the same.
Though fragile, bold, and oft torn apart,
There’s endless wonder in the heart.
So guard it well, yet let it fly—
Its magic is what makes us try.
For all we are, and all we start,
Begins and ends within the heart.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie
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