About my heart I seldom speak of.

He’s in my heart framed well.

The one I seek my only love.

He is where my soul shall dwell.

The blood that runs within me deep,

And the tears that pour out cheer.

He is with me when I sleep.

He is always close and near.

About my pain I seldom speak,

I would rather be a mute instead.

For with the pain, I get so weak.

It is better left unsaid.

The blood that runs an everlasting flow,

It bears my love inside.

A meeting of soul to soul,

He is the happy tears I’ve cried.

What hurts me most I seldom say.

But love is usually impaired.

For pain and tears are price to pay!

But most important are memories shared.

About my love I must imply,

He is the only love I know.

My heart shall keep him ‘til I die.

I shall never let him go.

I love him and love him so.