Untidy as it may be
This heart
Will never be weary
It jolts
At your nearness
The sight
Of your hair unruly
The smell of your hands
When they caress
Fish for dinner
Which beat is yours
You ask
Each and every one
And the ones in between
And the ones to come
It loves you
Beats for only you
Untidy
As this heart may be.
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