Fragments of the Heart
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F R A G M E N T - 50
The Meaning of Love
She doesn't trust easily,
but she trusts me.
She doesn't spill her heart often,
but she spills it to me.
She doesn't speak a lot,
but she speaks for me.
She doesn't believe much,
but she believes in me.
She doesn't draw every day,
but she draws me.
She doesn't write books,
but she writes about me.
She doesn't dance enough,
but she dances with me.
She doesn't love imperfections,
but she somehow loves me.
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He doesn't cry much,
but he cries for me.
He doesn't sing enough,
but he sings to me.
He doesn't care a lot,
but he cares about me.
He doesn't try often,
but he tries for me.
He doesn't give easily,
but he gives for me.
He doesn't respect everyone,
but he respects me.
He doesn't spill his thoughts easily,
but he spills them to me.
He doesn't love imperfections,
but he somehow loves me.
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Fragments of the Heart
PoetryAll Rights Reserved Fragments of the Heart ©DaniyahA "these poems are fragments of my heart" #117 in Poetry :: 3/20/17 #14 in Palestine ::8/28/19
