I hold mine own heart,
And ‘tis something I must live with.
‘Twas offered before,
And ‘twas softly rejected.
So now I wait and I hope,
I search for someone
To whom I can offer it again;
I wish and dream of someone
Who will accept mine gift,
The humble offering of myself.
I would offer to she
Who did refuse it before,
But I know the answer
And I want no part
Of the pain that will be unleashed.
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