The Heart
The heart is but a muscle
Pumping blood through our veins
It cannot be hustled
For another’s personal gain
The heart is not the cause
Of love lost or love gained
Motives are the force
For a love to be captured and maintained
The heart it does not lie
Its true purpose is life
Lies in the end will always die
By their own strife.
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