Sweet Voiced Rose

If I could, perhaps,
close my eyes
and dive deep,

I would find that girl
with the soft sweet voice
that once defined me.

I no longer know
who is who, who is better,
who came first,
or if she ever was.
The most beautiful, purest voice,
or the tenacious, stern wounded fighter.

On the outside,
there is a shield… a steel armour,
invisibly hard, yet wide open.
Oh… I see… it’s the heart!

Yes, it is the heart.

It is by the faint throbbing
that one can tell
it is still alive.

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