Beatings of the heart

It whispers feelings to cross thresholds beginning it's story told. The great circadian naive and aged with tongue and touch. Nocturnal natures forced to feel finding no weapon and reason mightier than itself. Endearments and nostalgia choking it's champions in the Colliseum of love and war. Prices paid to heed then repeated to avoid the void feared most. The Mecca of fornicating emotions all in life come to know. To trust the heart... a friend and inescapable foe.