Your heart works harder
than any other muscle.
It's got enough to worry about
having the responsibility
of pumping blood through your entire body.
The extra strain you put on it
With all these high hopes
and romantic thoughts
To deal with is both beyond
reproach and accountability.
All that I'm saying is
I think it deserves a massage,
even if and when
it is forcibly removed and handled
with both hands in the action of self-love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem