Open Heart

I’d open your heart with such surgical skill,

Separate the sorrow that assails you

From the cells hoped to save you.

I’d slice out your worries with a scalpel of will,

Precise and decisive, I’d stop your heart aching;

If only these hands would stop shaking.

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