Inkwell Heart

Pray tell, my dear How full is it? The capacity of which it can hold? If you would allow me to fill it To look within it The contains which are dry and old... Your life's story Must carry on You need new ink to write Let me, my dear Fill your heart And replace the ink from inside.. I'll make you new It won't dry out Not in this lifetime.. If you would let me Fill your heart And claim you as mine