My Heart

Looking for someone who feels exactly the way you do?
Your heart does - it is right inside you!

Why do we mark it out in our sadness?
Why do we question it when we fail?
Why do we blame it when we are aimless?
Why do we curse it when our lives turn pale?

We miss to caress it when we rejoice;
It pumps hard to be in sync - its heartbeat its only voice;
We celebrate us with all that we only can see;
With no expectations, our heart still sets us free.

Thumping and pumping inside,
It was playful when we were high,
Gloomy when we sighed!
But how many times did we realize - 
It is not the moment that pricks us,
It's our perception about which we agonize.

I don't want to be mean to my heart anymore,
I wish to hold it and let it soar.
I want to feel its each beat,
Through every prize and moment of defeat.

I wish to grant it all it ever fancied;
Caress it and never let it bleed.
Embraced in my soul, in all hours of need;
It is loving and it is tender - 
It is my heart, indeed.