In the heart’s silent, shadowed halls,
Emotions rise like ocean swells,
From joy that soars, to sorrow’s falls,
Each wave a tale, each crest it tells.

A whisper here, a stormy cry,
Love’s gentle touch, or anger’s flame,
Through laughter’s light or tear-stained sigh,
The heart’s own dance, its endless game.

Within its depths, the secrets lie,
Of dreams and fears, of hope and pain,
A canvas where our spirits fly,
In sunlit paths or through the rain.

Yet in this tempest, we find our way,
A voyage on life’s rolling sea,
Through night and dawn, each passing day,
In every beat, our destiny.