How heavy is the weight of a pearl
To stay so low under the waves
How strong is the hands of a diamond
Yet with precious hold, please do not drop it
How possible can a flesh of an organ to respire
Be with such emotion's hold, what gives
I have seen it in person, I have
In shape and size, nothing to make of it
Out on the surgeon's operating table, so ordinary
With stained blood caught in old veins, so humdrum
Yet behind rib cage enclosed, I feel a sense
My heart, my emotions, gives; no ordinary love
No ordinary love, enchanted and I respire
To breathe again, to breathe again
No ordinary love?? That’s not true till someone properly defines the boundaries of “ordinary” because it’s relative.
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