What makes the heart grow fonder?
Is it really time that makes it flutter?
Each beat strengthened more than the last
Its rhythm purposeful until it reaches fast.
Should we suppose this pattern is genius science?
A crippling reflex to feel compliance.
This tug and pull towards obligation
Because you become captured, body and soul, and stationed.
But what if one day the clock stopped ticking
The juice behind the wheel runs dry...the wheel goes creaking.
You feel like the blood of life is not flowing
For your heart has stopped, it no longer is glowing.
That love you once felt has changed to something else
An infection has seeped through and no intervention can help.
You reason why because that person, your partner, is still the same
But you don't recognize evolution, its hand difficult to tame.
For that person has changed as much as you,
Your steps away from each other, they weren't exactly a few.
Then desperately, you wonder, what is the cure to give this love its pulse
You will take any pill or syrup at whatever dose.
The many years gone by...this cannot be it
You’re in now and always
And your heart, you know is fit.
But your heart IS tired and old and weary
And the blueprint created this perfect fit in your lover’s hands…
…the problem is they know this clearly.
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