This heart of mine
is not made of stone
but of flesh and blood
Blood that runs hot
with his loving words
Flesh that longs
for his gentle touch
How can I forget
all the moments
we shared
How can I love another
when
it is he who has my heart
And
it is his heart
that beats within my chest
How
can I make others understand
that
I promised myself to another
Whether in this life
or the next
my heart belongs to him
Promises made .. Promises kept





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