Be still my heart
the soft words he is uttering
should not take you, fluttering.
Don't be a dunce, rather smart.

Be still, my heart,
the soft touch of his lips
will only bring you an apocalypse,
into his arms, you mustn't dart

Be still, my mind,
in his arms I belong
and for his lips I long.
Let your fears now decline.

Be still, my mind,
even if he brings an apocalypse,
it still wouldn't be his eclipse,
for he truly is loving and kind.

Be still, my mind,
for his love is true
and this leap of faith I'll not rue.
Do not let fear leave you confined.

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