a Heartbeat in Four Four Time

how does a man measure

the love in his heart?

or the smile on his face?

in time?

in length?

in volume?

as his chest fills with

the feeling of a pounding

heartbeat.

could it beat down the doors of despair

and lift itself above the haze and the fog

of turmoil and solitude?

darling, you make me feel

like

I could take the world and lift it upon my shoulders

and carry it a fourty miles

to your doorstep and

kiss you until the sun goes down.