Heart Cry


To the one who makes my heart beat and my head spin:

I choose you

In the midst of plenty of others, I choose you

Passionately, devoid of sound reason

Yet I am seemingly unable to hold back

Day and night,

Refreshing thoughts of you becloud my reason

Only one thing stays engraved on my mind,

That I was made for this

I was made to love you,

I was conditioned to choose you

In the midst of completely sane choices

I make the beautifully insane choice; of you.

Heart Cry

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