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| My Heavy Heart |
Gift
Love's gift holds built-in asks
tendrils snake into carefully tended stores
of energy and time
guarded mine.
Love lives on attention, reciprocation
Her hunger-cries pluck sympathy's strings
Her groping need brings vague
suspicious obligation.
No wonder love can seem a threat.
A beast approached with caution
A fire quickly doused
Complication best avoided
Does every gift incur its weight in debt?
How, then, will I ever give
my heavy heart?
