For us to weave…

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i don't care what it is aptly called
a muscular organ and it certainly beats 
one hundred thousand times in a day
pumping blood throughout the whole body

roughly the size of a large fist
four chambers, two lower, two upper
right atrium and right ventricle
same with the left,to many, it's a puzzle

why the throbbing is so terribly fast
when i hear your lovely stupid name
it beats  horribly in full speed
same surname as yours as i read

when i hear laughter thinking it's yours
giggling is too much when it surprisingly occurs 
your face i see when i thought of a similar smile 
swiftly it goes to neutral and hopefully mild

your anger makes this heart palpitate
shortness of breath and the struggle is so great
need to be calm to drive this heart at peace
stress and anxiety need to be freed and released

this heart needs love and someone to care  
to brighten up the night and jubilation to share
i only have a heart and honesty to give 
you have truth and honor for us to weave...