In my heart,
Blooms feelings I can't explain,
Expression that can't display,
Words that don't relate.

In my heart,
Holds beauty often forgotten,
Response scarcely forged,
Joy frequently foretold.

In my heart,
Are the affections of my desire,
The sentiment to my hope,
And the passion of my love.

In my heart,
I will always cherish these memories,
Looking back and recountering the tales,
Of the journey overwhelmed by warmth.

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