I want my heartbeat thick, as if my blood was molasses.
I want to work to breathe; I need that struggle.
It is a testament to my dependence, my distress.

My hearts exertion is an essential setback.
A momentous necessity of my mind.
The need for love administers a small attack,
A gentle shortening of breath to help rewind;
To take it back to lost feelings,
Relive the remarkable, radiant dealings,
The love rush that I've been dealt,
The finest feelings I have felt.
Passion is a vital emotion of life,
It surely is not trouble or strife,
It mustn't be treated as a useless hyped heartbeat,
But as a note for the cold world that love is the heat!