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Monday, April 26

Poem - His Most Prized Possession

living in love and hanging by a string,
woven so thin, yet lets my heart ring
like silver bells at Christmas-time,
causing all of the joy
and even though he has my heart,
he doesnt treat it like a toy

he has it more like a vase,
or an urn, shaped from porcelain
keeping it in a special place
where no one can touch it

while some may think selfish
i call it thoughtful
because with him having my heart,
i am no longer distraught-full

because he polishes the porcelain with the finest of wax
and lets it shine bright, these arent little-known facts

no matter the circumstance, he doesnt let dust collect
and he knows the reality of it's fragile effect

so he won't drop it or play around,
and if a heart needs quiet, he wont make a sound

its called a love, not near an obsession
and my love takes care of his most prized possession

my heart.

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