When I saw your face, my warrior heart white-flagged. Capitulation.
I gave you my heart. You gave it to charity, got tax deduction.
When I first met you I wore my heart on a sleeve. Now I wear sleeveless.
The leaves of autumn, spinning in the windy air like my heart for you.
Throwing down my net, hoping to fish out your heart and not give it back.
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Down the streets of my heart, and the avenues of my mind. Down the valleys of my soul, and the … More A little poem…
When you are around My heart stomps like crazy but I make it tip-toe.
Pressing our kisses between pages of old books. Memories keepers.
The soulmate concept, like a fairytale of love. But does it exist?