Ariane Hofmann

Your heart in my hands

Your heart in my hands
I hold it gently
Hold it tight
Just hold it like a treasure
Take my promise
 
I will hold it right
 
It is on the best place
That I know for sure
Iíll take care for your heart
Every day a bit more
 
You gave me your heart
Your most precious gift
Itís in my hands now
And so I will shift
It with mine
 
Itís in your hands now
Take care as I do
So fore the rest of our lives
weíll never feel blue
 
We trade our hearts
As a symbol of prem
ĎCause inside our souls
We both are the same



This poem was a present for my boyfriend's birthday. The word "prem" in the last line is Gujarati and means love.Authors comment

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 09/14/2005.

 

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