My Heart/ What you bring

The rivers flow within my heart

To circulate the warmth you bring;

Your perfection crushes my heart:

Nothing can beat the pleasure you bring.

Swelling with joy, it cries, my heart,

When flowers and presents and kisses you bring.

So much to the point it hurts, this heart

Dependent on what you choose to bring.

It used to roam free in the woods like a hart

But now it is caged by chains you bring.

You've locked the poor thing up, that heart

That races and inspires the compliments I bring.

Affections become the flesh of my heart:

The ones that I show and those that you bring.

I've something to tell you: you own my heart;

And here I've become the love you bring

The End

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