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What of my Heart

What of my heart...
It’s just a beating pump,
It has no mind... but yet it feels and bumps.
 
What of my heart...
your kindness touches it,
Your beauty moves it,
Your memory heals it,
And your voice soothes it.
 
What of my heart...
Forever an enigma,
As to how it works,
And during quiet times,
I hear its rhythmic beat,
It runs on your love... and ever so gentle touches.
 
What of my heart...
I hold my breath,
In times of despair,
I feel it’s consuming pain,
And it’s ridiculous affair,
I think of you... but not in vain,
For your love un-stains the most bothersome pain.
 
What of my heart...
Your kindness touches it,
Your beauty makes it,
Your memory heals it,
And your voice soothes it.
Oh what of my heart...

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