Do not fold, spindle or mutilate
This heart.
It is sent to you
Preformed, filled with
A billion delights
All ready to eat like
A chocolate surprise.
Open your eyes to
An optical feast
From the most to the least
Stretching hither to yon.
Hope springs from darkness,
Searches for light with
A fever and fervor
Reserved for the righteous to
Bask in the glow,
Forever to grow,
To bend but not break
If the answer is “no”.
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