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Heart Of Hearts
(04 October 1943 / Germany)

Heart Of Hearts

Throughout it I have been,
for reasons quite unknown
drawn to the good ones,
meaning those who prayed,
and stayed at home, at night,
and for the dances, and fetes,
how many times I missed the chance
to get the flashy ones, oh yeah,
the extroverted boobs and,
of course the fashion dresses,
and jeans, lasciviously correct,
I almost cried at times because,
and thought that once this life,
and all the chances in it, were over
I would regret my own timidity,
for all eternity, no matter, flesh
and other structures, they may
be weak and totally inept.

For heretofore unknown and
undue reasons, I always did
drift into ordinary clearings,
where simple beauties did,
with homely features dwell,
but I have found that over time
things do not change for me.
Perhaps my home is where
the heart of hearts resides.

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Beauty is only artificial Appearances are superficial The beauty that cannot be seen Is in the eye of the beholder Good poem Herbet, I wish more men felt that way!