THE HEART TO LOVE ME NOW IS KIND OF YOU BUT HOLD MY HEART IN REVERENCE TOO. IT IS TORN AND TATTERED BEYOND REPAIR FROM ALL THE YEARS YOU DIDN'T CARE. ONE MOMENT AT A TIME YOU HACKED AWAY AT THE LOVE I GAVE YOU DAY TO DAY. STILL EACH TIME IT BEAT FOR YOU ALONE HOPING THAT TOO YOUR HEART HAD GROWN. DIDN'T YOU KNOW THAT A HEART CAN DIE AND LOVE COULD STOP AND AWAY FROM YOU FLY. TO PROTECT ITSELF SOMETIMES IT MUST FLEE TO A PLACE DEEP INSIDE THAT NO ONE CAN SEE. AND THERE IT WILL STAY, TREMBLING WITH FEAR NOT DARING FOR YEARS TO LET ANYONE NEAR. AND YET AS IT HIDES, IT YEARNS TO CARE KNOWING IT CAN'T OR AGAIN IT WILL TEAR. BUT EACH DAY THAT IT WAITS IT DIES INSIDE BECAUSE FROM IT'S FIRST LOVE IT MUST HIDE. SO IT SEEKS A HEART THAT BEATS AS IT'S OWN PERHAPS ONE TOO THAT HAS BEEN BROKEN AND FLOWN. YET STILL IT BLEEDS INSIDE, A LITTLE EACH DAY NOT WANTING IT'S FIRST LOVE TO END THIS WAY.