Tightly strung veins stand suspending heart;
The pumping through them attending heart.
They fill with excitement and sometimes anger,
And every once in awhile, charity that comes with extending heart.
They're little and fragile, but they are strong,
Their power beyond mighty; transcending heart.
For an organ can't work, can't survive, without aid,
Though that aid is often shadowed by an impending heart.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
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