"At the Bottom of the Ocean Pt. 2 (Heartbeat)"

I held my breath, as i took the first step,
walking into the sea,
the tide was heavy, but i kept my feet,
as the waves pushed me back.

And there, at the bottom, all covered in coral,
lay a chest made of driftwood and sand.
Upon stretching out my hand,
I felt a beating from inside.

What wonder! Such a thing to discover,
a chest at the bottom of the sea,
from which eminates a steady heart beat,
surrounded by warm salt water.

I was distressed for a moment,
for I had no key.
But i was overwhelmed with curiosity.
There was a *click* as I tried to lift the lid.

Oh, what I found inside,
was a heart, so fragile, yet so heavy,
it took all my strength to lift it delicately.
And in the joy of just holding it, i forgot about my weak body.

In my palm i felt it pulse,
and I smiled as i held it to my breast,
I vowed with my heart and soul, to do my best,
to hold up this heart, with sure fingers.

But if ever i need to let it go,
I will return it to the chest, so deep, down,
close the lid, and turn around,
climb to the surface, remembering the warm waters,
and the chest, buried at the bottom of the sea.