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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Fated to Love Best to simply weigh the heart with a poppy seed Counter balance on granite All its rhythmical surging Its expeditious life Amounts to nothing Better then, not to believe in its enchantment For it is fated to love And do little else but lead To ruin Well-worn to stop up your ears Lest you hear its background murmurings Brooding upon devotion Lacking the power to change anything But weeps constantly for dreams Do not then, be deceived For all the hearts will to achieve It cannot But burst inside your veins Only half remembering what once you never held Though its truth persists It lays persecutory back against a lie The heart would try But cannot defy the world Beware then my friends For that muscular aorta pump and valve Will lay you stark And rend open beneath your ribs And grant you no solace Or escape For all in the life of steady beats It knows nothing of fact And through your nights survival Will stab at you with yearning Brooking no compromise It shall continue Craving Damnable heart I say To leave me no place to rest If I could but tear it out For it taints my eyes with longing Converting my hours for its keeping Playing poker faced with deliverance Trying to cheat destiny With the price it paid to see me Counting the cost in when’s And when When all the loneliness Will end Beware of when; then my friends For that muscular ventricle pump and valve Will lay you star-dream-gathering And break open daily beneath your ribs And yield to you no solace But only escapism Damnable heart I say To leave me no place to rest If I could but tear it out
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