This heart beats for you
It loves you, it takes you in, breathes you out, warms up for you
It looks forward to your words, it embraces your peculiarities
It goes out to you
It doesn't long for you,
but it does like you very much.
My heart is mine. I no longer hope, pine longingly that you love it
It just thinks of you a lot, during inconvenient times when it needs
some reminder to cheer up
It is fond of you, as it recalls the memories you and it had before
It is not sad that you are away, it doesn't want you for itself
But it does think that you are one of the things that are good.
It's not that it can't wait to be with you again.
I guess it's just that it likes you the way you are, even from afar
Not that you are its everything,
but you are one of its happy parts
Not that it looks forward to a future that it so hoped for before
It's not desperate to go that far
I guess my heart, if I might speak for it, is just aware that you are its favorite.
My heart can desire for others,
but it will always know and recognize you.
You've become too familiar for it that it can't stop beating at the thought of you
Visit my heart sometime all right?
You won't leave it absolutely breathless,
but it will jump for joy and welcome you openly again
Don't forget my heart all right?
No matter how distant, how silent, how long,
you will have a warm, special seat in it.
There's no promise that the seat will always be special,
but there will be a seat so don't be shy to knock.
Farewell, says my heart, until it hears from you again.
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