Composition
"My Heart Is Calling" was written and produced solely by Babyface. It is a moderately paced R&B ballad, composed with "a beat". According to the sheet music published at Musicnotes.com by Sony/ATV Music Publishing, the song is written in the key of G major. The beat of the song is set in common time, and moves at a tempo of 104 beats per minute. It has the sequence of Em7–D/F♯–G–Am7 as its chord progression. Houston's vocals in the song span from the note of D3 to the high note of E5. According to Ted Cox, the author of the book Whitney Houston, the song sees Houston developing the low end of her range.
Chris Willman of Entertainment Weekly viewed the song as a "dance-floor" ballad, while Elysa Gardner of Los Angeles Times noted that the song was influenced by both gospel music and funk genres. She also wrote that the song explores Houston's more soulful side. Larry Flick of Billboard magazine also noted the song has an "unusually saucy groove". Lyrically, "My Heart Is Calling" is a love song. According to Bob Waliszewski of Plugged In, "Houston exuberantly captures the joy of meeting a special someone" through the song.
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