How delicate is the heart of a man It throbs gently at every beat yet it bears the burden of the man From the things he loves best and the things he loathes so dreadful
Of the things he loves best was the love of the one he loves so dearly Her sight twinges a cord in his heart; vibrating in his soul as a fountain drips Her voice reels echoes of passion in his heart
She welcomes his homecomings with a blossoming beauty of warmest cuddling Absorbing into his heart in adorable abundance So immense, he could hear his heart throbs Oh! What burdens the heart bears, even in love
So, what burden bears the heart in love? It ponders in jealous on the one in loves It shirks from believing that this is real It hears the unspoken words from her And above all, she’s the treasure in the heart.
But of the things, the heart loathes most, are the thought of a broken love torn asunder by an invisible hand of pretty frail nerve He can almost hear himself howling “You ripped my love into shreds.”
The heart of man is so delicate soft and tender, yet doth hurt It throbs gently as the ticking clock It tears and bleeds when hurt Yet it is a reservoir of a woman’s love
John Walker served his country in WWII It was something he felt obligated to do. In combat he risked his life Even while he was facing strife He wrote his family back at home While he was on another roam
Your genome was climbing down. I hate to count the steps. Feathers hurt sometimes after the end of flying. How far was the moment of dust? You were still swimming in saline water. A collective guilt will pay the price.
There is a woman I love, I call her my sister We spent only two years, little time together Yet, as the time passed we grew closer On the first day in hostel, a late night conversation Soon turned into