by: Nehemiah L. Hemingway
Do you know when I gave my heart away?
It did not take a year, a month, nor a day.
It happended the moment our paths crossed.
It skipped a beat; my words were at a loss.
It now belongs to you, my dear,
To hold and squeeze, but please beware:
Without constant love it will start to ache
And if love's lost, it will surely break.
Now that you know this in advance,
Prepare my heart some sweet romance.
Keep the fire strong; keep it alive.
Make sure that the flames never die (out).
For it is your heart, and with you it'll stay,
Even when this earth and time passes away.
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