My heartbeat is my hearth, my flame, my light that I give in the hope of raising others higher.
Your heartbeat is my soul-elevator.
The sound of your heart beats any music or lyric.
The sound of your heartbeat is my eternal summer.
There is sanctuary in your heartbeat, as if its sound were an auditory cocoon.
Your heartbeat is my metronome, keeping the rhythm of my soul at a steady pace. With your heartbeat I can be music, dance, and so much more. And I hope that it is my steady heart that can do the same for you.
The tiny tympanic heartbeat from the ultrasound wand was the only outward sign that a new life had begun within her.
Lover, my heartbeat keeps steady rhythm until the thought of you arrives, then its tempo raises into a new genre all together.