Pvc's

'It's nothing but a PVC', I said to number five, 'the heart must beat incessantly to keep myself alive.' A postventricular contraction is noticed by the host. It rarely calls for urgent action, perhaps a catnap at the most. But, ever since I met you, dear, mine seems to crank them out, in quantities that instill fear. It's also beating loud. You know what I surmise this is? When you sing songs inside, my heart is not yet used to this, so let this be your guide: Feel free to do just what you like whenever you are home. Inside my heart or on a hike when through my soul you roam. I want you as my tenant still when - gentle as a breeze - my ventricle has its last fill and no more PVC's.