Algorithm of My Heart

Encoded in the beats, a rhythm so precise,
An algorithm of my heart, a complex device.
Mapped out in pulses, in skips and starts,
A formula written in the stars.

Each throb a data point, each sigh a code,
Deciphering love’s load, along this winding road.
Input of kisses, output of tears,
A system updating through the years.

If love is a language, my heart speaks it clear,
Through variables of laughter and constants of fear.
It calculates risks, processes pain,
A binary of losses and gains.

Looping through memories, functions of time,
Subroutines of sorrow, paradigms of prime.
In the logic of passion, in the sequence of play,
My heart finds its rhythm, night and day.

Yet no algorithm could truly predict,
The chaos of love, its truth and its trick.
For in each equation, the unknowns reside,
Where emotions tangle, where feelings collide.

So trust in the math, but trust more in the art,
Of understanding the algorithm of a human heart.
For it computes not in cold, hard sums,
But in warmth and whispers, in beats like drums.

 

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About the Author:
Michelle Cuello (Mia) is a writer and artist exploring themes of healing, identity, and emotional depth. Her upcoming books, Ashes Before Dawn and The Air Never Breathed This Heavy, blend poetic storytelling with personal truth, offering reflections for those who ache, heal, and rise.