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My heart is like a bowl of strawberry jell-o
(a heart-shaped bowl
its source).
My life is like a Christmas party
(my heart is its
third course).
All my friends and welcomed guests
Take a scoop of me.
And nibble at my wobbly heart
So delightfully.
We share our hearts with everyone
(even your old
great aunt).
We are left with half-filled bowls
(but please don’t think
that’s scant).
One day when love reeks in the air,
When spring is not yet done,
Our halving hearts will cordially meet
And mold into just one.
Please, don’t be mad at me
(because I’m incomplete).
Please, honey, don’t be selfish
(or want anymore of me).
Just know: in this party called life
There’s nothing to forgo.
We all will find our little dishes
Filled with red jell-o.
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