I Wish

Bread bakes,
And the heart cries.

Hello Heart, I’m glad to meet you.

You don’t get out much, do you?
A bit of a recluse, I’d say.

A lovebird fluttered away,
She waited by your doorstep,
But you didn’t wake to greet the sun.

I wish she had stayed to hear your voice,
Because you are beautiful.

I know that, Heart of Hearts.
I do know that.

Where is she now? I think you’d like to know.
Tracing hearts in the sky.

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