To the Man I love,
I sit and wonder who takes care of your heart,
Daily strength,
I wonder who sees your innermost thoughts
Your fears.
I wonder when you want to be a human being
Loved and wanting to be loved
Who gives you the tenderest and purest of love
I wonder if you know that my heart is yours and
Mine, yours.
When we get to talk about the roads and the weather
I forget to let you speak your heart
Even when my heart opens like a glorious morning flower
Yours closes.
Why my darling,
I wonder who trampled on your heart
And left you unattended,
Don’t you know that you have to yourself
An ocean of love and tenderness,
Because my heart is yours
Everyday,
I plead for days of tender
Soft walkways,
Soft faces to meet your face
Kind hearts to meet your kind heart
I sit and wish I could feed youc,
With the tenderest of meats.
A soft bosom for your head
A warm crevice to awaken your passion
To trust in its depth
Because a heart has no measure
I wonder if you understand
And trust completely
From my heart to yours
I am eternally yours.
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