• The heart that lives on love,
    is continually broken,
    discarded like a glove,
    during the dawn of summer,
    Yet through you, my dear,
    the pieces will return,
    slowly yet surely,
    I will eventually learn
    to love again.

    Shower me with kisses,
    caress my love,
    nurture my being,
    help it expand,
    for what I feel for you,
    is beyond explanation,
    for no words could sum
    up the joy you bring,
    The heart that lives on love,
    will beat again...