To still be in hearts is sacred,
Towards the love is a barrier from existence
That needs to break and let love pass
For hearts gain sacred feelings of love.
The heart resides in the mouth of the owner,
For it sings and weeps like nothing on this Earth.
The blood of its making is sadder when studied,
When studied, the student will discover.
To be sacred and loving is always a kindness,
The heart leaps in fits and words
To praise the lovers.
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