This Heart
My love resides
within my heart.
A delicate,
Paper thing.
It gently glows,
Smouldering.
A the slightest
Provocation
It erupts into
Roaring flame,
Leaving me
Burnt, damaged.
I want you to
Have this small,
Fragile edifice
Of my love.
And together
Find a way
To nurture
Its frail light.
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