This heart is useless beating in my breast.
It rots.
It tosses with wild spinnings.
(Lodestone seeking,
Never finding.)
But you it likes.
It purrs.
It stares.
It paces.
It holds its wild breath.
These ribs were never more cagelike
Than while I wait for you to know
(Like I do)
That this heart belongs with you.
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