And hold it carefully in your hands
Always sensitive to be gentle
With the longings of my heart.
You see my deep,binding fears
And accept me broken stil.
You search the inner chambers
Of my weary entombed heart
To release me from myself
And mend my shattered soul.
You watch the jar of my tears
Filling slowly drop by drop
A tear from your eyes
Trails down to join my own.
Now I know you own my heart.
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