The Heart


A heart
Is a strong weakness.
Nothing more, nothing less.
It's an epidemic of a mess.
Somewhat of a process
To retrieve the best of the best.
But it holds no grudges
And has not one pest.
It is perfect, unlike the rest.
The mind it thinks to find,
It rewinds, fails some tests
And wastes time,
That could have been
Extraordinarily divine.
A heart loves like no other kind,
For love is patient and love is kind.
It has no table of time,
It is perfectly and
Beatifully designed.

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