You are
my little pacemaker.
So lovely to look at.
Some time ago
you took up residence
in my heart.
I wanted you
to have
the best chamber,
with less turbulence
and little flooding.
So you would be comfortable
in my Drum.
As it turns out -
you have become
a most precious
guest and treasure
inside me.
Lovely to look at.
So, I was thinking
of asking you about it:
Would you like to stay on
as the
Queen of My Heart?
Nice, very, very nice, but what if she's a messy 'heart guest': -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the analogy, and such an apt one coming from a physician