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God gave me life, filled in a body,
that's a machine.
It has parts, some seen. or unseen,
One of them is very very soft,
It beats, runs and stops.
We call it Heart, which God kept clean.
It has width, It has weight,
It has length it has space.
All can be measured, this way or that,
Short or long, overweight or underweight,
Slim, fat or any size, I mean.
But it has love too for my friend.
How to measure it and by which tool,
I am not able to measure and gone fool.
Whatever way I weigh it, it's still more.
How much is there, I am not sure.
I remember I gave u some, but it's still full,
Can u help me, in solving the puzzle?
Perhaps He has given u a balance to weigh,
Can u weigh it and say?
How much I gave u and how much is left?
Which I can give further before there is theft?
Perhaps my friend u don't know,
My Heart is always full of love, it never vacates,
Whatever I give u, it fills up again,
Because u return more than I can.
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