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My heart is like creamy butter. When tossed on a hot skiddle called Love, its melts in a flash! all wet and syrupy. My heart can merge like clay to another's, molding itself in sweet likeness to my lover's unique tastes and sensibilities. One danger, though, lies in melting into nothingness, in my effort to gain the love of others. Another danger lies in falling in love too easily, fooled by my blind passion and self-delusion. But, when controlled by common sense and maturity, a quick-melting heart unleashes an explosive, infinite fountain. Hopefully my heart is resilient, flexible and strong, gushing with life everlasting.
My heart is like creamy butter. When tossed on a hot skiddle called Love, its melts in a flash! all wet and syrupy. My heart can merge like clay to another's, molding itself in sweet likeness to my lover's unique tastes and sensibilities. One danger, though, lies in melting into nothingness, in my effort to gain the love of others. Another danger lies in falling in love too easily, fooled by my blind passion and self-delusion. But, when controlled by common sense and maturity, a quick-melting heart unleashes an explosive, infinite fountain. Hopefully my heart is resilient, flexible and strong, gushing with life everlasting.