Language of the heart

The early warnings were there but I did not listen to the heart because I did not comprehend the language of the life-pump when it spoke in a hoarse voice of subdued pain. Earlier, more than once, I have had a strange pervasive discomfort, just as one would feel if a ton of bricks were piled on the head. One fine morning, the heart threw away the cloak of subtlety and in a language I could not mistaken, ratcheted up the intensity of the ache.