Strings of the Heart
By Khomotso Makitla
Wormholes start small — slow, but sure, they expand.
The magnetic field of your eyes, your smile, your laughter,
Attracts and does not repel — why fight what the heart desires?
The void between us deepened, and now you’re out of reach.
I whisper alone to the stars, hoping they’ll reply.
I reach to the skies, for I know you are a star.
Wishing you could wander through my thoughts —
Navigate my veins with grace, for your touch now stirs my heart.
Be gentle with matters of the heart —
Like the human mind, it has been deceived too often.
Made to believe, only to fall into disbelief.
But trust again — let your heart remember how to love.
Strings of the heart are made of love.
Let the instrument of love lead the way.
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