Precious heart
Precious heart
A magic has strike
and demand that I share,
to not be sadden
or questions its affair.
There's no explanation...
for this little mystery,
but to accept its energy,
than set it free.
A quick glance,
was a painful tease,
though miles away,
I could sense thee.
Its raining here
with chilling breeze.
Could you feel the coldness?
thats so deep indeed.
Could you feel my worries?
before I lay to sleep,
hear my whisper,
as my soul silently speaks.
Deep in your heart,
I seek for a spot.
Is there any room?
to warm my precious heart.
A magic has strike
and demand that I share,
to not be sadden
or questions its affair.
There's no explanation...
for this little mystery,
but to accept its energy,
than set it free.
A quick glance,
was a painful tease,
though miles away,
I could sense thee.
Its raining here
with chilling breeze.
Could you feel the coldness?
thats so deep indeed.
Could you feel my worries?
before I lay to sleep,
hear my whisper,
as my soul silently speaks.
Deep in your heart,
I seek for a spot.
Is there any room?
to warm my precious heart.
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