The heart is flimsy in times.
It is easily affected upon a new encounter,
Easily impressed, bounded by emotion,
Cannot know what to do when it's love that it sees, or passion, or excitement,
Sometimes, even cannot distinguish one from the other.
The heart is crazy in times,
Knows love's so delicate to handle, but still strives for more, still hastens,
Beats like the hummingbird's wings move,
Flies so high, dives in too deep,
Crashes into walls, falls on the ground,
Is smashed into pieces in the end...
But, never gives up till the next encounter.
04 July 2012
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