The heart decides
It decides who to love
It decides who to hate
Who to stop loving
Who to stop hating
The heart is treacherous
It always yearns for what it can't have
The un returned love
It makes one dumb
It makes one lose gravity
The heart is majestic
It stops loving
It stops yearning
It starts letting things go
It stops hating
The heart is pure
It falls hard
it gets broken
It heals
Then it falls once again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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