The heart is a sac Wherein the thoughts of men are stockd
A delicate part of man it is yet a host 2 d heaviest burdns of d world: as d womb
A reservoir dt holds d watr of luv
Also a vault it is holdn d secrets of lyf gaind while life is on course
Our imagination n xperience d very contents of ds secret whch wld flow 2 show our spirit in our actions or in our words
in wat we do or wat we fail 2 do
I av heard of men who pasd away upon hrt failure
& I tot 2 myself
the load was much dat d hrt cldnt bear anymor
Men also hav gon bad from brokn hrt
Al hapn wen hrt is against hrt in d flow of hr actions displayd in brokn promises spokn 4rm d hrt n taken 2 hrt
What i take in2 ds delicate sac cld many lives sack
what i bring 4rm it may becom a misile showin my hrt as an arsenal against man
I can make or mar
Bt wat wld b my gain shld I mar dy hrt?
Wld it bring gold 2 my purse or bring curse 2 wring my pulse?
I choose this day ths to do- upload u.2 carry you there to sweeten my lyf
Am safe you are there
What could be a beta content than goods of you? what?
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