How fickle is the human heart
And how does passion
Long for itself
Eyes spark
Hearts quiver
Heat explodes a cold star
Fading into nothingness
All the love in the world
Is but a nerve ending
on the fingertip of God
If body that centre can be called
And if eyes
Make the sound of sight
And if everything that is lost
Can be found
Recovered
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