2.
FACETS AND ASPECTS
If my heart was a mosaic of today’s predominant sentiments
it would be a mosaic of pain. Patchworked pain.
That does not detract from its beauty. In fact, it adds to it.
It would be a deep red colour, tinged with shadows and shine.
Like a polished blood diamond.
…
If my heart was a stained glass window in a cathedral
it would depict an array of multicoloured saints carrying Jesus on their shoulders.
Not unlike a casket. Or a hero.
It would have the backdrop of the sunrise behind an apple tree.
That sunrise symbolises freedom.
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If my heart was a pure reflection of humanity, humankindness,
it would be a hall of mirrors, not seven years’ bad luck.
Mirror halls will distort your features, but that is not a problem.
The problem is when looking-glasses lie.
That is when they shatter.
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What my heart is, it is. At times it has an elastic capacity.
At others it doesn’t.
A full heart beats steadily, slowly, in no rush to rush anyone in Love.
Love’s lore is not unlike that of the ocean.
i.e. it is a secret.
