Heartstrings and thing

Given the hearts of man pulled by the stars above
and the oceans below tis no surprise
our wandering hearts break so easily.
Great knights with armor so
do carry that burden of the stars and below.
With each ebb and tide as the moon wanes
as so do I, find myself caught
In the tide wash and flow.
Such madness of being
these heartstrings and things.
Paint and prose a wild growing rose
Kisses at midnight and tickling toes.
All these things of a guarded heart knows
Yet simply keeps kept where
the secret garden grows.



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