(Here’s one I wrote years ago after walking all day through the farmland of southwestern Illinois. I was sitting in a small country graveyard, leaning back against an old gray tombstone. I had a quart of milk and some chocolate chip cookies from a small local store, and I wanted to capture the one sound that had been with me all day. Unfortunately, the “your heart” here was completely imaginary.:)
No bells but cowbells
Clang in the glen;
Birdsong and maid-song
Sing without end.
Sunlight and dew-light
Quiver and shine;
No heart but your heart
Beats into mine.
Brian Royce Faulkner 
This is so sweet! What vicarious joy – as the chocolate chip cookie melts into my mouth.
“No heart but your heart
Beats into mine.” — Lovely!
Thank you, Opus. This is one of my personal favorites—so simple, so true.