In the market of terms;
In the shops of fire,
I am Heart
With my wife named 'Desire'.
Life of mine;
A string in the hands of thine,
In the lofty world
Our colors and speed are same, I foretold.
My shape, a token of love;
My sweat,
Tears flowed from the eyes hove;
I sob with pulsing beats,
When someone dearest to me cheats.
I have no eyes:
Only my speed, senses me to guess the world price;
I always praised at valentine; And, then grazed by human factual sunshine.
'Desire' my love always with me;
I am morbid without her glee,
She always told me: ' My love, we
Always persist inside mortals
Neither is a part of burial'.
I (Heart) asked: 'How my dear?
Feeling of parting suffuses my beat with fear';
She soothes my ear;
Her voice as soft as pear: 'Listen my dear
You are my love named 'Heart'
I am your fiancee 'Desire' sweetheart,
It's you that keep mortals alive;
And It's me who alter their mind vive.'
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