Where Does Love Reside?

They say love dwells in the heart,

That red mysterious chamber

That pumps three billion times

If you are blessed to remain

For your three score year and ten;

It’s so good to hear it beat

Again and again and again,

That reassuring thud in your chest

Until the day comes

When you know that your heart

Might need an operation

Or a little adjustment

Or even a replacement…

And one thing I guarantee:

It will stop in the end;

It’s a fickle friend indeed

If love resides in the heart,

How can we ever say

That it out lives death and stays?

I want my true love

To dwell in a safer haven,

To be carried from life into life

If such a thing is possible;

I don’t want to forget,

I want to be able to find

Those people I loved

By some imbedded instinct

In the world I come to next

And hope I may find them sooner

To not waste a single heart beat

So pump away, little heart,

While you are healthy and whole,

But don’t expect me to trust you

To look after love everlasting

Or control my deepest feelings;

I will keep my love

Wrapped round my soul

Entwined with my deeper being,

Soaked into my essence

My ethereal whole

And all that’s essential

To be existential…

In some other future world,

My soul is always with me

By Moon Pryderi 

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