the
heart's a muscle inside me
pumps
blood and life's essence through out
gets
metaphorically broken
all
bruised up, stamped on, kicked about
heals,
as does all, with scar tissue
a
tough covering, hard to get through
my heart's a stone
something to stub a toe
on
my heart's a rock
something to climb on
my heart's a shield
when I need protection
my heart's diamond
something you can't get
through
Love
is a Four Letter Word
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© 2014 by Patrick B Vince
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