Dearest forgive me for being so bold
Your heart my hands did cup and hold.
This organ of love, I have abused.
Pinned it down, and misused.
Absence, they say; makes the heart grow fonder…
Tonight a maze of memories my soul does wander.
My mind is set, yet confused is my heart;
Chiding the mind for deciding to part.
The brain retaliates the heart to
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