Rapturous Ballad

My heart whispers a song of purity.

It's voice can match any melody.

Even within its darkest hour,

My hearts song is filled with power.

It holds secrets that even I can't discover.

It taunts my mind with promise to recover.

Insistant with its rapturous chords,

It holds within its golden rewards.

My mind fights against its hold

Only to find that its voice does mold.

This battle my heart will always win

For its rapturous ballad has no twin.