Fire flames the heart of hearts
Two will start with fifty fifty
Emotions weak, the mind grows sleepy
Should one give or one be thrifty?
where is the truth, how can one see?
To cry in tears or laugh with glee?
How should one feel, what to ignore?
When will one know what is this Love?
One sees a window, the other a door?
Listen.....
To all these questions, the heart is for.....
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