Wounded Heart
Your beauty gives the sun it's flame
You set my soul on fire
My heart is yours, I now proclaim
Your wish, is my desire
I dare not speak those words of love
For I cannot take rejection
Your essence pure, like a snow white dove
That casts a radiant reflection
Alas, I give my heart to you
To do with as you will
Your silence, casts an ominous hue
That makes my heartbeat still
Indeed, it's better to have loved and lost
As I tend my wounds and count the cost
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