What is a heart, but a fragile thing,
A place where all our hopes take wing?
It beats with joy, it breaks with pain,
Yet finds the strength to love again.
A heart is where the truth resides,
Where fear and courage both collide.
It holds our dreams, our deepest scars,
A map of who we really are.
It aches in ways the mind can’t see,
A compass for what’s meant to be.
What is a heart? A tender place,
Where love leaves behind its trace.
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