A heart on my sleeve,
Or so I've been told!
But a heart that for you
I would so easily mould
Into a shape that you knew,
If I were so bold,
My love at your feet
So my hands you could hold,
They are empty for you,
Without love they are cold,
The patience I keep
With a heart that's been sold,
If only you knew
What my heart has been through.
I wish it were new
When I give it to you.
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