the heart
is a many splendored thing
a vessal of love
a trumpet
from which the soul can sing
in an infinite sky
the breadth and width of its passion
and that passion is love

with love and passion
the heart can do most anything
live like a pauper
but feel like a king
it can climb
mountains on high
and open its dreams
to the infinite sky
of color and life
and all that is imagined
the heart knows no limit
its only limit is passion

passion to the heart
is like breath to a man
the energy
to work the tools of his hand
tools with which a life
he builds
tools to build the world
of his will
and the designer of his will
is his passion

the man is his will
the will of his passion
the passion of his heart
is his love for you.