Movements in my heart

Their proceeds movements in my heart, how time can fail to capture the essence But hold each moment that I've fallen in loves enlightened eyes, I had no grand illusion yet found within the skies Something bright and doating to aspire many thoughts of care And as a whistling bird would sing Had music join the air, a serendipity of a cascading style to represent those beats unknown And found inside the Music deep That resting place of tone How well would love be of this story in particular ways is light to touch, and has a way of flowering Where the wild things flourish such, and in my greater thought would so be the light in any shadowed garden bed, as infinite as any words of love that he has said