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Our hearts are not all they seem to be. They are not just muscles pumping blood throughout our bodies. They are the most intricate of beacons, thumping out a frequency and listening to the rhythms of every other heart. Some hearts share segments of the same beat, but ultimately, unfortunately, are not the same as the tune your own heart sings. Until that day comes (and it always comes) when your heart and another's sync up. And together they make a symphony so beautiful that it manifests into a physical attraction and an emotional bond. So I'm here waiting, and I'll keep on waiting, until my heart and another's make the melody of love.
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Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 6:17 AM UTC
Waiting
Our hearts are not all they seem to be. They are not just muscles pumping blood throughout our bodies. They are the most intricate of beacons, thumping out a frequency and listening to the rhythms of every other heart. Some hearts share segments of the same beat, but ultimately, unfortunately, are not the same as the tune your own heart sings. Until that day comes (and it always comes) when your heart and another's sync up. And together they make a symphony so beautiful that it manifests into a physical attraction and an emotional bond. So I'm here waiting, and I'll keep on waiting, until my heart and another's make the melody of love.
I owe the inspiration for this poem to Wayne Visser's "Wishing Leaves".
Liamhaldek
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Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 6:17 AM UTC
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