i carry my heart in my hand
so i can be ready to share it quickly.
some think love is to be hoarded,
given sparingly and only with justification.
some think love is a limited resource to be
carefully guarded and doled out over a lifetime.
some think i am foolish for loving so
my heart is always cracked and bleeding.
but i
oh how i feel.
my heart is made of the pieces of love
given and shown along the way.
each day it grows and changes.
it’s dynamic…mercurial…full to overflowing.
there is enough to share.

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