My happy Heart

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    My happy Heart
    There comes a time when nothing seems to matter,not a week or a day .Because you seem to have everything near that special someone that's voice you love to hear calling your name are saying dear.your heart flutters to it's own tune it keeps playing that special love,it feels so good to be in love with you.when you touch my hand rub my face i feel the way my heart picks up pace.i love the way you make me smile, you keep my heart happy for a very long while.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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