My heart will swim on

A clear path for the heart warrants the breast stroke.

When unsure, it treads water, or floats.

A rare few inspire the butterfly.

It’s not fond of that “sinking feeling,” and sometimes, must simply crawl to get by.

It wisely does the back stroke out of dangerous situations.

The heart is a strong swimmer, and it will not be drowned by any force of nature.

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