My Small, Black Heart
An ode to the little bite of love I bring; with this black and shriveled thing
Do not be fooled; this doesn't rhyme
At least, not all the time
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Love, (Brother, Sister, Friend, Acquaintance, Fellow Traveller)
(please delete as appropriate)
If you are reading this
(and you are)
Know that this is, for now
All I can give you
Perhaps you deserve so much more
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Yet
Here it is
My offering
My sacrifice
Paltry as it is
Take it
Disregard it
Discard it
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It is but a tiny token
A blackened twisted shell
Barely worthy of "like"
Let alone "love"
Even less worthy of you
Probably
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How much love can it hold, after all?
Perhaps it's all about perspective
Maybe Love is infinite, and the little droplet is as a tsunami
Or perhaps not
It means different things to different people
Different things to me
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A vessel
A box
Like a coffin
For something it cannot contain
But tries anyway
A husk
A symbol
A token
1 (ONE) Thanks
1 (ONE) Respect
1 (ONE) Awe
1 (ONE) SMILE
And also,
My note to self:
You already read that one, you dummy
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