Have You Seen Whom My Heart Ticks For?

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Have you seen

Who my heart ticks for?

Behold! She is like a tender leaf

Hidden on the dry slope

Of the Northern hills

A rosebud

Hedged in the midst

Of piercing thorns

And a prayer

That calms down

My frayed nerves

And beats small my mountain rage.

Have you seen

Who my heart ticks for?

Behold! She is like a golden eagle

That soars high

Into the deep blue sky

A sweet song

Chirped by tens

Of humming birds

Under the dawn of the morning light

A Lullaby

That soothes my lumbago

And lures my brows to slumbering sounds.

Have you seen

Who my heart ticks for?

Behold!

She is like a merchandise

Of many kinds

In her brisk hand

Is a basket of treasure

To pleasure without measure

Purchased along the highway of time

Her love is like coats of onion bulbs

Persevere the teargas of its dissects

You will live to see

The innermost of its beauty

Pre-served.

Have you seen

Who my heart ticks for?

Behold! She is like a mother

Of many parts

Speechless messages like sweet wine

Flow freely from her blue eyes

Upon my dry gaze

A fountain that glows

In the midst of the valley

Strangers are often lost

In the mix of her words,

Unheard

Behold, the one whom my heart ticks for

Sitting as the green

Beside my royal stool.