Crazy heart:
Sinks in her eyes,
float on her voice,
stuck in her tresses,
pacify the suppleness,
warms, by touch of her,
cools, by her whisper,
fly above the lips,
memories, always weaves,
her company, delights
her absence, plights,
likes her smile,
sorrows to her cry,
tolerates her mood,
hoping for the good,
fear her wrath
and solves her math.
Expecting her blessings,
waits for the turnings.
Is it bloody heart or
petals of rose?
Combined is the blossom
broken, to dirt it goes.
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