Hearts Can't Be Serviced, But Taken Care!
Living is a skill, not to kill,
A heart while it is not still,
Beating in the rib cage for love,
Change the numbers and frequency,
Perception in the mind, induce and not alter,
The rhythm of the heart to beat regular,
When the loving words are heard,
When the kind eyes are met and collided,
When the chastity is maintained,
When the faults are not to be hid,
The condition of the heart,
Shows the validity of a life,
How it has lived and is loved,
Maintain that heart that loves you.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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