My heart races when I think of you.

In your eyes, I see who I want you to be.

In your arms, I picture me there.

My heart sees what it wants to see.

Seeing you're not real, it pounds anyway.

Out of instinct, want and need.

I remind it that you don't care.

You only have love to take.

With nothing to give in return,

My heart doesn't care.

It just wants and want...

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Believe

What

is the

reason for

the season? Why

do we celebrate

the date a child was born?

Perhaps... as a reminder

We have a chance for redemption

If we open our hearts to believe.

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