He spots a heart looking so much like his.
“I’ll examine more closely in the morning.”
Morning comes and the heart looks prettier.
“I’ll see if it’s still beautiful at twilight.”
Twilight arrives and the heart shines brighter.
“I wonder what it’s like beneath the moonlight.”
Night falls, the heart gorgeous as ever.
“I’ll see how I feel like tomorrow.”
Tomorrow never comes, and he will never know
if the heart was ever meant
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