Thanks Abe! Once again, you provide the music...

 

I asked my heart why I could not hear love's music --
It told me because I was not listening to the beat.

So, I asked my heart what would happen if I danced --
It told me love would remove those two left feet.

I asked my heart how, once broken, could I take a chance --
It told me I only needed to be willing to make a new start.

So, I asked my heart why I couldn’t listen to my head --
It told me my thoughts were in the gray in matters of the heart.

I asked my heart why I could not trust my eyes --
It told me someone’s heart is more than just skin deep.

So, I asked my heart if size is something that matters --
It told me to ask the baby in mother's arms as it sleeps.

I asked my heart why it always felt like it was somewhere in the red --
It told me one needed to know pain to recognize true love again.

So, I asked my heart why it ever had to be broken and left for dead --
It told me the wonder of a heart was, if desired, it would mend.

I asked my heart why it seemed to be a traitor to me always --
It told me it was a gift, and not betrayal, for a heart to be lovingly stolen.

So, I asked my heart if it was time for it to again be offered away --
It told me hope springs eternal when a new doorway is fearlessly opened.

I asked my heart how to enter the fire and know how not to get burned --
It told me a heart risks all to love again and finds the will to never look back.

So, I stopped asking my heart questions and just listened to what it said --
                           

It whispered into my soul...

             It's 5 a.m., do you know where your heart is at?