My heart i urge,
go on still,
your work is to pump blood,
and keep the body alive,
but if you fall in love,
thinking that you are near,
i fear you're still far away,
and more enormous duty
awaits, than your ability,
because the loving days
are yet to come.
You may turn perfunctorily
at work, instead more active,
circulating the blood,
and producing the beat,
that makes the music meaningful,
when a joyful song is sung,
in my soul.
My heart i urge,
rise, and stay still,
till the loving days come,
let the blood flows.
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