The muscle. <br />Is hers and hers alone. <br />Crimsom loves. <br />Which it makes it beats because of love, <br />Become deformed. <br />Act not as they. <br />Actuality you think that the indication of which. <br />Is conventionalized, <br />God says it is so you sanctify. <br />This muscular organ, <br />and bring he like me to the edge of insanity, <br />the love which is the value of each contraction. <br />Which confused the heart to the beat. <br />Shape is reflected it is called that kind of blood <br />that of which is and being is filled up, <br />does not follow love so you say but it does young are young. <br />At the place where it is loved excessively…. <br />Heart keeps up love and the thorn on your toes. <br />From the mouth of babes I love a few, 'Tenderonnies.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-heart-his-love/
