What Makes My Heart Pound Like The Beat Of A Rolling Drum.. Poem by Medusa Waves

What makes my heart pound like the beat of a rolling drum-a quick, unwinding roll that escalades with each dropping thud?
To say- my love, would be lessening his place, hes far more than any other lover, like the difference between noon and morning.

The morning comes softly, awakening, inspiring the new coming of the day. Where the noon is a bland event in the middle of a hot summer day.

Hes not my lover, for hes not like any other, he is the dark side of my heart, the one facing inward who knows me best when I know nothing of myself.

He compliments my faults, hes the stars in the dark, frightful night. He is the glittering of the moonlit ocean and the blushing of the setting sun, he is not my lover, he is much more. He is all things that intertwine the love of things, all the beauty of the world is him. Because the true beauty is one bountiful of love, and he is all.

He makes the escalading intensity of love, and defines the zenith sigh.
What makes my heart pound like the beat of a rolling drum-escalading, unceasingly with every falling thud?
Is he, who lives and surrounds me, and redefines all happiness and love ive ever come to know