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You take apart my heart

‘’how does it work?’’

You ask yourself

Looking logically,

At the coiled springs.



‘’Well if it does not run

By battery

If it does not run alone

How do I understand

The tick-ticking of its own?’’



‘’Here I am, I have done what I can.

I could make love to her

I am biologically man.

But still, It lays unresponsive

This red thing in my hand ‘’



‘’I could give her wealth and stability

A nice house by the sea.

I could give her a child

I could give her three.

Still this little beating thing

Does not start up for me.’’



And with that, you, genius

Scratched your simple head.

And after every manual

And instructors guide you read

It finally clicked, that it was love

You should have been giving me instead.