There is a heart inside of me
Do not believe it otherwise
It peers discretely out my eyes
And stares into eternity
Wherein that which it wants to see
It claims to view - but I surmise
It's optimistic, or it lies,
To see so much so happily.
It whispers in my brain at night
Fond exhalations of the soul
That tell me everything is right
And all in time will be made whole
I fondly hope, although I fear
It's wrong, what's right is somewhere near.
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