Imagine a heart

So full

From being overwhelmed

But screams from frustration

Over there being

Not enough hands to hold

Or hugs to give.

Imagine this heart feeling

Almost convinced

That this is the day

To save the world

But everyday.

Imagine that this heart

Grasped at every opportunity

That nearly passes it by

For fear that this may

Be its last.

Imagine being captivated

By the fountain of words,

The piercing ideals,

The zeal,

The subtle dare to be great.

Now imagine,

Being loved by this heart.

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