Healing

My heart is pounding,
beating, pulsing, throbbing
to the same rhythmic tune.
It echoes back what I already know
and defines it into something pure.
It has no word,
no definition to constrain,
yet it is still understood.
It causes my quiet glow
that lurks in all I do,
the cause of my never-ending smile.
It makes my heart gallop in delight,
singing to the universe and back.
It is,
without a doubt,
My love for you.