Joyride Of The Heart Poem by April Humason

I'm the rhythm you can't ignore,
The spark that knocks at your door.
A whisper riding through your veins,
Like thunder rolling through quiet plains.

Choose the moment, set the tone,
Two wandering hearts finding home.
No need to rush, no need to hide,
Just truth unfolding side by side.

We rise like mountains kissed by fire,
Not built on lust, but holy desire.
Every breath, a steady flame,
Every step, a whispered name.

Buckle up, my sweet soul friend,
This isn't where the story ends.
A love that grows, a light that stays,
A steady fire through darkest days.

Hear the sound of hearts align,
Not reckless spark — but divine design.
Not something fleeting, not a thrill that fades,
But something only Heaven braids.

I'm not your chaos, not your race,
I'm the peace you feel, the saving grace.
A journey carved by sacred art,
A slow, deep ride through the heart.