Two little talons gripping the heart
One called Love and one called Truth.
each time it beats, one is a part
and every heart beats its fastest in youth.
Pitter goes love and pat goes truth
torn between two great worlds-
forever will it amaze me too
that pain was my savior and its proprietor: girls.
The eagle kneads my heart in life
squeezing "lub dub, lub dub"-
love the "lub," fighting in strife
and truth the "dub," what is possible tonight.
If only the two could be one in the same
but maybe that would stop my heart.
I'd give that girl my everything, my name
but truth beats stronger so to life, I embark.
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