Within my breast
Beats a pure heart
Bruised just a bit,
But no worse than at its start
It is not very wise
It has taken many bad chances
Given its love to those
That never deserved a love such as this
I know down the road
There may be another open door
To another heart
That beats just as pure
But right now,
That door is closed
My heart cannot bear
Another deep bruise
It waits alone
Until that time
It finds a spirit
To be all mine
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