The Keeper Of The Heart Poem by bonifacio alba

Everything happens for a reason,
In the quiet turns of fate and season.
For love may bloom without a sound,
And hate may rise from wounds unfound.
Some wonder why a heart can burn,
With no clear cause they can discern.
Yet reasons live deep, rarely shown—
In chambers only one has known.
For feelings dwell where eyes can't see,
Beyond the reach of memory.
Hidden scars, or dreams once torn,
Can shape a soul both gentle and worn.
So judge not whispers in the mind,
For storms within are seldom kind.
Love when you can, and when you see pain,
Offer grace—not question, nor blame.
For hearts are vessels of secret seasons,
And every beat carries silent reasons.