@Nico91 6 November 2022 more from that month

I took my heart to the doctor because for a while now I feel her very angry and it hurts and I don't like it. I looked for a good doctor to tell me what's wrong with her, Why does my poor heart suffer and cry. The doctor kept identifying her under the magnifying glass, under the microscope And he's grimacing. I can see that he's not happy at all: "Tell me, how long has it been since you last fed her?" She seems thirsty...tell me how you nursed her?” "Should I feed her? But every day I eat my fill And I drink mineral water, even juice if possible!" The doctor with a critical eye examines me accusingly: "Your heart is sick...the culprit is a longing What did you forget to soothe him running to nowhere, And the pain is continuous, it penetrates right into the heart!" "Mr. doctor, give me a prescription...I give injections...everything you say Only heal my heart...don't leave it to anyone!" The doctor soberly takes the pen and then writes: "Drink in the morning with water and a splash of cheerfulness, Then lunch don't forget to sprinkle it with beauty, And let the dessert contain mountains of bold dreams. And when the sun sets, it clothes you in holy peace And listen how in the night your longing heart sings. But you know, it's important, either night or day Give the heart a chance to forgive and love. Give it as much faith as a berry and then you will see That you don't need me for your heart!