Stethoscope  “Breathe in.”   “Breathe out.” A voice that speaks absolutely no words is called a heart. It knocks against the walls of our chest, urging us to speak. It’s like two people at podium simultaneously trying to give a speech. How can you know what you mean, when you heart is telling you to say something else? With different dialect and context in every word muttered: we speak something logical, but the heart grabs us by the throat to makes us stutter. We stagger on the words we really mean to say: and instead speak complete nonsensical meanings. How can you muster the courage, when your heart’s rapidly beating?   Then it possess you, and you no longer become yourself.   Can you listen to what my heart is saying?  “Breathe in”  “Breathe out” Evidently, it seems like we bask in the comfort of… well, who listens to our heart. They delve into the tune as if.. As if, they’re listening to a melodious piece of Mozart. Not even Iambic pentameter could match the beat of the heart, when they shake your world. Tossing it all around like a yo-yo: on your heartstrings, they’ve twirled. How can your heart beat twice and then pause: when it’s all over the place? Try looking at the person you love without having a smile come on your face.  Good luck doing that.   “Breathe in.”  “Breathe out.”  One last time, do you understand what I’m relaying?Do you understand the message that my heart’s conveying?Can you hide your feelings without your heart persuading? How hard is it to disagree with what your heart is saying?Like a stethoscope: Our ears register the heartbeat of another. As our hearts choreographed a sequence with each other. We lock our hand in the warmth of each other’s palms and never let go. Our eyes glimmer with love, as we recognize each other’s souls. With no missteps and syndication: we’d never step on each other’s toes. That’s the most beautiful thing about this all: togetherness without any signs of drifting away.  And like a human stethoscope;  We’ll always know:  what our hearts have to say.