Cardiomegaly? Really?

Each day I wake and shuffle to first to the switch and then the loo. While the computer whirrs and hums I cross my fingers and my thumbs. But, hey, she has been there already when I was still inside my beddie. At lunch I'm home for just an hour and there she is, my Fuchsia flower. I see her everywhere, I do up in the sky, inside the blue, and in the water of the ocean I don't deserve that much devotion. Instead, I am the one who is a man who knows the world and his pre-destined place, no question there, but things have changed, I may be heir to destiny's amazing plans for two bright souls to do a dance. The future is a big unknown not clear cut but not overblown, and if you ask, I say no more except that I, myself adore the one who's waved at passing ships and then came close to kiss my lips. I kissed her back with open eyes and felt confused and not too wise. Then, we repeated in the dark the kissing, and a single spark flew like a meteor between the twins and me, though quite unseen. The spark ignited that which had commenced upon a narrow pad. So many moons back in the past, so, did we know that it would last? Don't give me logic or convention, there is no need for further mention. We both have cardiomegaly accommodating you and me.