My heart

If you only would grasp

How much of you is in my heart

Would you run

Would you stay

When the thoughts are wonderfully crippling

When mere memories create solitude and warmth

What is home but this

Words cannot explain this bliss

If you only would grasp

How much of you is in my heart

Not little

Not enough

Never enough of a sun burning bright

Nothing can compare

No one is this beautiful and not aware

Neither stars nor gods

If you only would grasp

How much of you is in my heart

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