Sacred heart

Dazed from your words my heart cries out.
Wondering no more what a heart is about.
Fulfilled and assured thoughts embrace, not shout.
As tears fell in the still of my room no doubt, and said I was the fool for ruling this heart out.
For it beats and it radiates mountainfulls of love, but expects nothing to come of its powerful words from above.
And so again underestimated my heart cries out its stories of wonderment throughout every unseen element. Yes this heart cries out. Out from pain. Out from love it beats over and again. And is full always and all ways how, it loves and it loves and is never burned out.
Even so the world ignores its shine for the world is full from the works of the devine that grant it heed as it bleeds and bleeds love back to love of the creator who frees this heart of pride of its heartfelt feelings so bright to return one day to the warmth of the light.