One heartspring hears hand tapping vein springs which, surging, tide.
One hand feels heartfelt mapping of spirit from inside.
One heart seals kiss while lapping from seven seas so wide.
One heart to hand enwrapping puts questions - all implied.
One heart, - hand questions zapping - waits vainly, unreplied!
(c) Jonathan Robin
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