Your heart is the beat of my own

From the same garden our hearts have been sown

Your heart is the rhythm of my song

Your heart is the pillow to which my head belongs

Your heart is the meaning in my words

It is the ear that make sure they are heard

It is precious, it is kind

When all is lost it is what i can always find

The heart that pumps blood through your veins

The clouds through which my love rains
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