In the quiet of the night, the heart whispers,
Soft echoes of dreams, gentle murmurs,
Beneath the stars’ serene, tender light,
It speaks of love, out of sight.

Each beat a story, each pulse a tale,
Of hopes that soar, and those that pale,
Within the chamber, where emotions reside,
The heart’s secrets gently hide.

Through joy’s bright dawn and sorrow’s dusk,
It carries on, with silent trust,
A rhythmic dance, both strong and frail,
The heart’s true voice, a timeless trail.

In solitude, it finds its song,
A melody that carries on,
With every throb, a silent plea,
For love, for hope, eternally.