Power of The Heart

Power of the heart
Penetrates deep
This is the art
There is no sleep
It paints swiftly with a red tipped brush

Hush

Can you hear the swift stroke ?
It is a visionary I dare not to provoke
Complain or mumble
Until it finishes it's work, I will forever remain humble
It's persistent like the worker bee, it bumbles
Your thoughts, they jumble

We bow to its power
We recognize it at this very hour
With silent prayers that it never turns sour
Or Devour
The very simple plan of getting to know
The seeds we plant today are promised to sow
The power of the heart wants more than it can stand
Put your hand in my hand
Let us walk barefoot in the sand
Brace your self in position
When the heart marks you as the mission
One shot is all it needs
From your love it feeds

Embrace the heart from the start
And hopefully we never depart
This isn't artificial, remember the day
I told you that love is an art