I keep writing love
without a finish nor a start

mostly, the words suffice

else, Plop! goes my heart

My highs and lows are often shy

only you can tell them apart

Either I’m soaring in love or 

oops there, Plop! sighs my heart

You occupy my every thought

manifesting itself into my art

What I am is what you say to me

darling, don’t make my heart go Plop!

*written in response to Daily Post Prompt Plop