A fond heart.
Will it melt?
Will it start,
will it leap,
at the anticipate
of the moment
its love object
with faith
its set appointment
with it keeps?

Will it dare to enter
into the love
found at its epicenter?

And let visions bright
of each moment
when its love is present?

at the sight,
can we expect
that it spontaneously
will just ignite,
so it can find its way
to the land of sweet dreams deep,
as its owner
quite happily and quietly
drifts off
to sleep?

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