How delicate is the heart of a man It throbs gently at every beat yet it bears the burden of the man From the things he loves best and the things he loathes so dreadful
Of the things he loves best was the love of the one he loves so dearly Her sight twinges a cord in his heart; vibrating in his soul as a fountain drips Her voice reels echoes of passion in his heart
She welcomes his homecomings with a blossoming beauty of warmest cuddling Absorbing into his heart in adorable abundance So immense, he could hear his heart throbs Oh! What burdens the heart bears, even in love
So, what burden bears the heart in love? It ponders in jealous on the one in loves It shirks from believing that this is real It hears the unspoken words from her And above all, she’s the treasure in the heart.
But of the things, the heart loathes most, are the thought of a broken love torn asunder by an invisible hand of pretty frail nerve He can almost hear himself howling “You ripped my love into shreds.”
The heart of man is so delicate soft and tender, yet doth hurt It throbs gently as the ticking clock It tears and bleeds when hurt Yet it is a reservoir of a woman’s love
True love is something so elusive. True love between two people is the most precious of gifts, Falling in love is not just an expression. Love is a powerful force that cannot be dissuaded. Love requires a lot of faith.
Am I Alive, or am I dead? Is this all just a dream inside my head? I feel like I’m losing my grip. Quick say something, anything before I slip. Nightmares slowly creeping. Has he finally come to do the
The very essence of love is uncertain, A relentless thumping of the heart. I must speak to you by such means as they are within my reach. He pierces my soul driving me into madness. I am half agony, half
The moon awaits eagerly in the same pedestal it ignited my passion. What lips, my lips have kissed, are long forgotten. The memories easily quickened as a few puddles along the way I voluntarily stepped in. What arms have lain