My heart, it beats with love for many.
Some of whom, do not know my name.
Nor that I exist.
Whether parted by seas, or the whole world wide, my heart will still beat.
The love in my heart, it would hold the world, if necessary.
Though tender and loving, it is also ruthless: no matter the adversities that threaten to cut it open — turn it cold and sour — love will soar. Love matches, if not surpasses, the powers that be.
Love will heal the wouded, the mentally and physically scarred, the tears in the fabric of humanity and what makes us humane, those who deem themselves to be little more than nothing.
That is until my heart gives in to the weight of self-imposed expectation. And diminishes with a definitive pop.
But, with the love and companionship of others — as well as enough to myself — my heart will remain strong.
As long as it courses through our veins, there is hope, for there is no greater power than love.
The deepest pain in my heart is that, as much love as I do have in my heart, I simply cannot help everyone.
I can only do my best with the time I have left.
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