The heart is fragile
So be cautious or it might break
Hold it in your hand, like a woman holds
Her first born child
So small
So sweet
So innoncent
My heart is
So small
So sweet
So... innoncent
I give you my heart but
Note: It's made out of glass
So it just might shatter into pieces
Bits and bits of pieces
Hold it close in your hands
But even closer to your heart
But promise you'll be careful
Not to beak it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem