Wandering heart, I beg of you, let me be.
I am not meant for this. Wandering heart, my plea is this: allow me to be alone; allow me solidarity. If I love him, my clutch is futile. My power will dissolve. He will become my strength; my arms, my legs. He will hold you, my heart! He is stronger than I. My heart - protect yourself! His warmth, his skin, his hands, his feet - I know they are intoxicating.
Stay, my wandering heart.
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