With the pace of the waves on an evening shore,
Continuous as it grows forevermore.
Filled with love from its very first start,
It can blossom and grow, or be torn apart.
So tender and precious to be able to hold,
A value exceeding that of silver and gold.
Each one has a purpose, they are always unique.
With its own way of sharing, its own way to speak.
Every heart deserves to not miss a beat,
To be loved and to love, to be met and to meet.
It should not be stopped, cut off from the earth,
We have hearts inside that were there before birth.
We’ve been given a chance, can’t we see?
Are they any less deserving than you or me?