by Svetlana Cherevik

Created on: July 08, 2010   Last Updated: February 24, 2011

I am happy to have my heart alive

Be it sadness, aloofness or mirth

It is difficult to cope and survive

When you do not tell vain from worth

I am happy to say that I can care

Without asking anything in return

Ungratefulness might try to ensnare

But I would not let it blaze and burn

I am happy to know that I am loved sincerely

And the only touch of sadness in it

That I cannot love as deeply, dearly

To be loving and caring every whit

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