The heart Is a tough Old muscle. It doesn't Give up its Youthful dreams Easily, despite The relentless Hammering Of Reality. No, the heart Still dreams Of the silken Touch of Love, Of lips Soft and warm, Sweet-smelling, Smiling, serene. Sure, Love Is also tough-- But a heart Needs its dreams And aches Incessantly, When it cannot Have them.
12/30/83 Rocky Mount, VA
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