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My heart beats yours 
on ever hour, on ever day 
it weeps, yearns, and leaps 
at the sound of your name 
such a common melody. 

But when whispered gently 
its commonness just fades 
into an arrow 
that when strikes the object 
that must been struck 
it wakes on the morrow
with fearless lust. 

My heart beats yours 
for it cares not to follow 
the rhythm of a breath 
you have not breathed 
or to stand at the shore 
for no sandy breeze 
will carry me to your isle. 

My heart beats yours 
and if your heart
for some reason 
remembers the steps 
then wait for me, my dear 

I'll travel to Neptune 
or the moons of pluto 
if you were there
for nothing in this night 
can compare 
not the stars
or the wonders of a sunrise. 

For it is the beating 
that keeps me from despair 
the sweet scent of your hair, 
that though apart, 
keeps me ever near. 

So if your heart beats mine, my love 
then wait for I am never far
and someday our hearts will fall 
for the other 
and beat again a love 
this world cannot define. 

but, 
if your heart no longer beats mine, my love 
and it has moved on to the rythme 
and beating of another, 
then I fear my heart will never beat again 
for it has loved a love that transcends
and there is nothing that exist 
or that can be imagined 
that sounds like the sound of your beating heart. 

My heart beats yours, my love 

Sergio Reyna