The Fourth Chamber

I.
It is not written in the soft fingerprints of couples or rings and kisses
Falling apart and together as often as tide comes out and in
It is written in wagging tails and the whisper of warm breath on your neck
And it is told of in an enchantment that only we know
It is not found in the places you enter with lust and exit with guilt
But in the waking memories of lost voices and the warm nuzzle of a dawn hoof beat

II.
It is not logical or rational
It is not of the mind or the body
But the heart
And the heart is a four chambered place

III.
One is for family and the friends that should be a part of it
Another is for the hope that keeps you looking at the sun
The third is for love
True undying love that never leaves
No matter how hard you wish

IV.
Puppy dog eyes and city lights
The way she smiles and the way she fights
His dog tag vows and another saved life
The here and now is never in the right

V.
The last one is up to you