Edwina Reizer (12/22/1937 / LAKEWOOD, NJ)
My heart is like a bird that sings
that leaves her nest and spreads her wings.
My heart is like a ball of fire
that's all rolled up into desire.
My heart is like a butterfly
that leaves its cocoon so it can fly.
My heart is not just a throbbing beat.
Its beat will not accept defeat.
My heart is like a turtle dove
that always searches for her love.
My heart knows only leaps and bounds
and is in tune with loving sounds.
My heart is fragile, yet it's strong
when it knows where it belongs.
My heart is not just a thing to break.
So please don't bring it any heartache.
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