The mind takes for granted what the heart cannot express.
Love, passionate and yearning, cannot, through mouth, confess.
Every day occurrences lace the tapestry
of life’s unfathomable mastery in every day peculiarity.
Rose buds unfold,
dewy petals uncoil,
beaming endless vines of awe into our world.
Majestic beauty breaches the brink of all Earth’s features.
We’re wondering how love reaches
through hearts once so cold and lone.
This heart thumps rapidly, reaching for any promising opportunity
to vocalize, to speak, to communicate in any way.
This heart seems to grow at a miraculous rate.
For the feeble, human-mind never will quite relate.
The heart seems so overpowering, so developed, so evolved.
It is saddened by the mind’s inability to understand, to follow.
Know that my heart is singing in pitches my voice has not developed.
Sarah Bursich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-and-beauty/
