The Heart moves in her own pace

A poem from my heart (that was penned down this beautiful night while I was writing to a dear friend):
The Heart moves in her own pace
And opens up in her own space
And we listen and attune to her soft beat
and give her time and space to unfold
And as we learn to more deeply accept her 
And attune to her pace and her gentle beat
And love her with a deep embrace
Touching, caressing and kissing her gently
She opens up
She blossoms

And we feel her tender fragrance
We sense the presence of a beautiful rose
And her vulnerable love
And attune to her sensitive whisper

Photo, poem, Anders Branderud, 2015-11-13