“In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest
where no-one sees you, but
sometimes I do, and
that sight becomes this art.”
― Rumi

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

an ode to the mitral valve

She works away incessantly
ever compliant
without a murmur of dissent
this most unique and intricate figurine
at the centre of my heart

She dons a delicate filigree
While her oval face -
gently curved and delicately dimpled -
smiles as she endures
the onslaught of the brutal ventricle
whilst her maternal instinct
guards the little atrium

I think of all the millenia
spent in evolution
as Nature (God to some)
sculpted her to perfection
And I wonder how many
were enchanted
before her beauty
swept me away

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