Hummingbird Heart

A thousand beats per minute
If there was a race to love
I would always win it
But such a pace can't be sustained
Muscles wither in constant strain
You only get so many beats per year, per month, per day
And when they finally cross the line
In happy healthy human time
No pulse, no life will be left to find
In this hummingbird heart of mine

Cheri Y., Adult