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My heart, oh, My Heart;

Painful love,

Full of love,

Too much love, yet never enough.

What is Love?

Why do we love?

Why can't i love?

Who do i love?

Why do i love?

Why Can't i Love?

Am i a hallowed,

hollowed,

husk?

Am i but an echo,

a reverberation,

a vibration,

of all the love i have been gifted?

Am i a fragile shell,

a caricature,

a flimsy replica

of all the love i aspire to repay?

Who am I to judge, the caliber of my love, the quality of my love, the power of my love?