Babbling Brookes (11 May 1954 / Macclesfield)
Heart Of Glass
I wish my heart were made of stone
And I were more than flesh and bone.
But I fear the truth alas
It's made of nought but fragile glass.
I wish my soul was not on fire
Quenched and free of all desire.
But I fear that it is true
I'm all aflame for the love of you.
I wish cupids arrow was not housed
In this poor breast and love aroused.
For your bright eyes see not me
For another's love encircles thee.
I wish that things were not so
That I could stay and he would go.
But I fear the truth is, alas
My heart is shattered broken glass.
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