My heart’s a fast talker
When it comes to my guy.
So I sit and do listen
To it’s uncanny replies
As it soothes and unruffles
The demands of my mind.
As if I were listening
To waves on a beach
Whose lapping of shores
To my soul they do reach
Often easing the pain
Though just comforting thoughts.
Yet after a while
The chill of the breeze
And setting of sun
Sends my chest to my knees
Before making me walk
From the voice in my breast.
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