My heart

by Trisha Brooks   Nov 25, 2004


Open your hands
and here my heart stands
i'll give it to you to keep
if you promis to not let it weep
keep it from pain
and love is what you'll gain
you must not let it go
or the suffering will grow
you must hold it tight
and treat it right
and I hope it last till I die
and never will I cry
so in return I hope I get your to
and you'll have me and i'll have you

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