My Valentine
My heart was strong and now it's weak,
So a secret plasma now I seek,
To help me balance out my life,
To help me shed my crusting strife.
What torment makes me whimper deep,
That keeps me nights without much sleep,
That took the strength from muscles strong,
That makes me hear the birdie’s song.
This plasma must be magic sweet,
To make me whole, again complete.
That strengthen muscles again so strong,
That allows me to hear a Cuckoo's song.
So be my Fractured Valentine,
As I sit and sip
From a
Cheap Jug of Wine. 
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Be always safe,
Karen