Matters of the Heart
I have to teach my heart not to pine for things it cannot have.
I will be content and no longer toil and pine for love.
Love.
Something that never found me, but in many ways moves me at my core.
Love
My greatest hope since childhood.
It is a candle burning ever so slightly, but I must lick my fingertips and pinch the flame.
And my heart yearns for it, but I must teach my heart to let go.
It must die and my heart must go on without it.
And my mind must meddle with the grief of letting it die.
But my heart will move on.
And I will be content.
I must tell my heart to be content and no longer toil and pine for love.
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