The space you occupy is unique,
I have given you my heart.
Wonder why I call you Johncross
Another also, Peter O.
Go, read the story of the cross.
When I need you most,
Will you give me a kiss?
Or hide behind a glass.
When my world is sinking
Will you stand by me,
Or give me a hiss?
When my falling means you rise,
Please don't kiss me or I die.
Cos I have given you my heart.
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