Every time I turn, he is there.
His heart is taken - I know just where.
He gave it to me though I deserve it not.
And indeed not expected in my life's lot.
To hold such devotion from him.
But then I remember and my heart grows grim -
All those I love I have hurt before.
In the future I see I may still hurt him more.
He gave vulnerable to me, which I fear I will betray.
Oh my wandering heart, would you be this way?
Shall he endure against such a flood?
Caress the rose and you will draw blood.
His spark caused my flame that may well destroy.
But I pray that he may become my joy.
Our love has just seen its start.
Would to God that I never break his heart.
His heart is taken - I know just where.
He gave it to me though I deserve it not.
And indeed not expected in my life's lot.
To hold such devotion from him.
But then I remember and my heart grows grim -
All those I love I have hurt before.
In the future I see I may still hurt him more.
He gave vulnerable to me, which I fear I will betray.
Oh my wandering heart, would you be this way?
Shall he endure against such a flood?
Caress the rose and you will draw blood.
His spark caused my flame that may well destroy.
But I pray that he may become my joy.
Our love has just seen its start.
Would to God that I never break his heart.
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