A Fortune Cooky

My heart is a Fortune Cooky waiting to be opened. Open it up and read, read what is written. Don't think, just read whatever it says. Not so easy, is it ? I can see your lips moving in a slow motion, your heart beating faster and your hands trembling as if your life was written in black and white. What a relief. A shy smile crosses on your beautiful face. My beloved, it says, go far beyhond the bottom of my heart and you'll find your own way to me.