My Heart Is Hers and Hers Is Mine
My Heart Is Hers and Hers Is Mine
My love is like a wren on a perch,
For whom the lea over I searched.
To her, I trill passionate rhyme.
My heart is hers and hers is mine.
Inside my chest, heart-beats express,
Words, I weave with lips to impress.
“Pain me not,” she says, “with silly twine.
My heart is yours and yours is mine.
“Cast out the doubt that grips your soul,
Parse the drivel, be true and bold.
Woo me with tender words, sublime.
My heart is yours and yours is mine.”
Then, I find the mindset to conceive,
Verses of love to lay at her feet,
Which she sifts through, one at a time.
My heart is hers and hers is mine.
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