All that I am,
I have to give,
Even my torrid heart.
If all that I am is this old heart,
Then my life is surely had.
Beaten once by fortitude,
My weakness my desire,
I cannot strive to be so strong,
If along the way I tire.
Judge me not; this broken heart,
That beats its timeless rhythm,
It beats for you,
All of you,
Who dare to even listen.
The pain it heals to have this heart,
My words cannot express;
A schism sealed by tales so old,
That thought is not permission,
To grant it life beyond this soul,
Unless all is long forgiven.
God bless my broken heart.
My broken heart God bless.
Diary of a Person Being Human 
This is lovely, dear. God bless you too.
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Thank you love.
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