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Tangled in the web of love My Heart no longer belongs to me, It has been tangled up in the web of love, never to return. My heart has been stolen, like a victim snatched away by its prey. Yet, I feel no emptiness because in the exchange of my heart, I have received the heart of another. Not just any heart but a heart that solely beats for me, in a way that is so indescribable and so unspeakable it is beyond words. Continuously, the essence of the beat of the heart echoes passionately but silently through out my body while simultaneously
sending shivers to every square inch of my temple. Slowly I have become a slave to the essence that now slays me with its indescribable ways, because I am tangled in the web of love.