My Heart

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    My Heart
    My heart
    was tired of
    being toren
    apart

    Then a Man
    came and
    saved it as
    only he
    can

    Would he be
    the dream
    inside of
    me

    He took my
    hand and my
    heart ran
    through his
    fingers like
    sand

    I realized this
    heart is
    forever and always
    his.

    by Shari

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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