A heart, though hidden speaks true
Speak of love, a winged heart flew
Care is heavy, that he knew
You are care, and care must keep you
A kind sweet gentle child
Be always like the lamb so mild
Silence when thy heart is riled
Golden through and through
What ails my darling thus to cry?
A soaring spirit not to fly?
A caring wanderer drawing nye
Take you, a land of sweet nothings to
A silver tongue no longer held
Whispered thoughts finally yelled
Thy hearts no longer quelled
In hopes to start anew
One love shared between two
In reality skies soon turn blue
A heart, though hidden speaks true
Speak of love, a winged heart flew
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