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A Heart




A Heart


A heart.
A heart can
be red, 
be black, 
be gray,
be blue;
heart of my heart

You can bend it, 
break it, 
cut it, 
empty it;
a heart.

You can hurt it, 
melt it, 
mend it, 
touch it,
fill it;
a heart.

You can share it, 
sin against it,
raise it, 
lift it, 
hold it; 
a heart.

A heart can sing, 
can dance, 
can love, 
can sing;
a heart.

A heart can soar, 
can fly, 
can float,
can feel;
a heart.

A heart can beat, 
can pulse, 
can surge, 
can explode;
a heart.

A heart can hope,
can care, 
can smile,
can laugh; 
a heart.

A heart 
can cry, 
can shrink,
can lament,
can worry,
a heart.

A heart
can be strong, 
can be weak, 
can be weary, 
can be foolish;
a heart.

A heart
can be deceitful, 
can be alone, 
can be lost, 
can be found;
a heart.

A heart
can be sad, 
can be melancholy, 
can be down, 
can be lonely;
a heart.

A heart can
love truly,
love madly, 
love deeply, 
love God;
a heart.

A heart,
can't be unbroken,
can love again.
A heart.

© 2014 ajwrites57

A Long
❤ ❤ ❤

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