The document is a poem that uses vivid language to describe how one's heart should not be broken by their beloved. It describes how other parts of the body and soul could be played with and destroyed, but pleading not to break the speaker's heart, as without their love for their beloved, even death would not accept them. The poem uses dramatic and graphic metaphors to illustrate the depth of feeling and what would happen if their heart was broken by the one they love.

1. DON’T BREAK MY HEART
Play insidiously with my eyes; eventually smashing them into a boundless halves; and
then feeding them to the pack of savagely diabolical wolves,
Play uncouthly with my fantasies; eventually metamorphosing them into a web of
cold-blooded drudgery and sinfully disparaging monotony,
Play ruthlessly with my palms; eventually pulverizing them to disdainfully squashed
curry; and then stashing them into the indescribably gory coffins,
Play invidiously with my lips; eventually snatching away even the most infinitesimal
iota of their smiles; stoning them with whiplashes of utter abhorrence for centuries
immemorial,
Play heinously with my voice; eventually transforming it into a graveyard of
ominously crippling silence; evicting it in gruesomely wholesome entirety from the
innermost realms of my throat,
Play grotesquely with my neck; eventually reducing it to a pile of inconspicuously
mangled shit; and then feeding it to the rambunctiously unruly pigs,
Play raunchily with my ears; eventually bombarding them like miserably orphaned
stones; making them incessantly bleed till times beyond infinite infinity,
Play disastrously with my memory; eventually rendering me the most penuriously
kicked entity on this gigantic Universe; making me obnoxiously oblivious to even the
reflection of my very own countenance,
Play barbarically with my intestines; eventually adulterating them profoundly with
threadbare gasoline; and then inviting the unfathomable horde of vultures to have
their ultimate feast,
Play indiscriminately with my cheeks; eventually excoriating their exhilarating blush
into the graveyards of penalizing nothingness; and then mercilessly disintegrating
them bit by bit; like an edifice of soggy cards,
Play ghoulishly with my conscience; eventually poisoning every bit of its irrefutably
sparkling righteousness; into a lackadaisically decaying dungeon of manipulatively
bizarre lies,
Play devilishly with my flamboyance; eventually converting it into an entrenchment of
remorsefully trembling timidness; making me lick fetid dirt even before I could
alight a single foot,

2. Play fiendishly with my patriotism; eventually rendering me as the most lecherously
disgusting traitor on this unsurpassable globe; with every corner of the society
brutally whipping me for my plethora of horrific misdeeds,
Play bewitchingly with my innocence; eventually dragging me into the salaciously
sleazily markets; where infinite parasites traded me for my innocuously
resplendent flesh,
Play unsparingly with my hair; eventually converting my enchanting scalp into a
cacophonically bald egg; with pedestrians spitting on it in livid nonchalance;
as they merrily trespassed by,
Play demonically with my feet; eventually chopping them with sordid strokes of the
treacherous cleaver; and then witnessing the entire world wholeheartedly guffaw; as I
staggered like a mercurial ant on every step,
Play abominably with my soul; eventually converting its path of unassailable
philanthropism; into a despicably wandering ghost without the slightest of
purpose or mission in vibrantly vivacious life,
Play lethally with my breath; eventually asphyxiating the fangs of my priceless
existence with the blood stained hands of hell; removing even the most evanescent
trace of my survival from the trajectory of this fathomless planet,
And you could play and eventually smash any part of my body; my mind; my soul; as
I still had the insurmountable tenacity to lead mesmerizing life; but please don’t break
my heart; please don’t lackadaisically play with the immortal paradise of my true love
for you O! Beloved; as then I wouldn’t even be accepted by the chapter of death .