Inkwell Heart
Pray tell, my dear
How full is it?
The capacity of which it can hold?
If you would allow me to fill it
To look within it
The contains which are dry and old...
Your life's story
Must carry on
You need new ink to write
Let me, my dear
Fill your heart
And replace the ink from inside..
I'll make you new
It won't dry out
Not in this lifetime..
If you would let me
Fill your heart
And claim you as mine
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