Hearth

It beats like this, my heart
with the light of a hundred sunsets,
a thousand stars,
with the sound of childish laughter twisting
on sweet humours, in a face
that mirrors my own, but brighter.

It beats like this, my heart
with the love of a hundred hugs circling
a thousand gentle kisses,
with the sound of soft words from my love's lips,
in brown eye's welling truth
that mirrors my own, but surer.

It beats like this, my heart
with the hope of a hundred pleasant days,
a thousand gentle nights,
with a garden and a kitchen to share,
in a family forged in kindness
that mirrors us in bliss.