Still Dear Heart
When that touch came to claim I let it.
I'd let it still Dear Heart.
But it's a still, still dear heart.
It doesn't beat for me.
Let my heart beat yours back to the pulse it had once
in response to mine.
If not, then not.
At least...
This once dear heart has tried.
poem by Meli Secret
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