In Her Heart - Poem by sweet mystique
in her heart lies that precious gift
that nobody can touch nor see it
it is guarded and buried deep
in a fertile place that never sleeps.
it is tiny yet huge
it maybe rough sometimes but it can become smooth
it can be silent yet loud
sometimes it's broken but it still stands proud.
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