Puzzle Of Your Heart

Puzzle Of Your Heart
© Surazeus
2025 01 23

"If I could solve the puzzle of your heart," 
Martin frowns at portrait of Jennifer 
on the living room wall by her piano, 
"then I could see whole frame of reference 
by which you play your role of well-loved star!" 
then scatters puzzle pieces on the floor. 

"If I could hear the music of your soul," 
Jennifer smiles while her delicate fingers 
dance with elegant grace on ivory keys, 
"then I could hear andante of your hope 
so I can play in harmony of trust 
with intense sonata of your desires." 

"If they could readjust their attitudes," 
Sarah groans, lounging lazy on her bed 
and listening to songs of Taylor Swift, 
"then they could learn to communicate love 
by aligning thoughts with one metaphor 
to connect their hearts with credulous trust." 

"Stuck in tense drama of their busy lives," 
the old homeless man on their front stoop sighs 
while eating black beans from old rusty can, 
"these crazy rich people, safe in their home 
of precious art that feeds the hungry soul, 
cannot perceive the treasure of their hearts." 

Sight-reading melody of lonely angst 
in sad sonata Jennifer composed, 
Martin hears lacrimoso of her hope 
that she expressed with sweet gleam in her eyes 
the first time they strolled on the river shore 
and kissed with affettuoso by the elm. 

Assembling scherzando notes of desire 
in pastoral puzzle scene Martin designed, 
Jennifer perceives romantic respect 
that he expressed with gestures of his hands 
when she birthed their daughter in the sea cave 
during their vacation on the sail boat. 

Spying her parents dance by candlelight, 
Sarah grins at game of passionate love 
while mouthing new lyrics for the love song, 
"Autumn leaves fall like pieces into place, 
so I picture it after all these days 
how magic is back like wind in my hair." 

"I never heard the music of her heart, 
and she never solved weird puzzle of mine," 
the old homeless man mumbles in the night, 
"so I got lost in labyrinth of despair 
and cannot find my way back to her garden 
where she must be happy without me now."