Heart
See the heart
torn from my chest
held before you
it is a gift
bloody and bruised
given to you
it swells and pumps
sings softly of love
see this heart
it has ceased to be mine
it is not lost
but a gift
one freely given
full of hopes
bathed in dreams
can you see the beauty
the joy of giving in love
can you feel the strength
honor this gift
treasure it dearly
hold it close
remember the importance
never forget
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