What drives the heart
Non-stop to beat
And carry on each day.
What force unseen
does press us on
and keeps us in our way.
What power great
Causes Earth to spin
and stops orbit form decay.
What yearning keeps
A man at home
His attention not to stray.
What radiates
The brilliant hues
Of flowers on display.
What entices song
From composer's mind
That musicians long to play.
What spirit speaks
To poet's soul
To write his wordy fey.
Were I to guess
And be not wrong
Keeping doubters all at bay.
It would be love
In all its forms
To its homage we must pay.
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