Go ahead, and tear my heart out,
Then sew it back together
With the threads of your love
Without providing anesthesia,
For I am fated, but hopefully not ill-fated,
To never go numb to you.
And yet I fear the day
That you will stop embroidering my heart
With every little thing you do.
So do as you please;
I offer to you this heart of mine.
For you to take it would be my eternal pleasure,
And for you to break it my eternal privilege.
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