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What is this I hold in my hand it was giving to me by someone with love,

I felt in love with this heart I softly drape with my right hand,

I talk to it every night and day,

I talk about the dreams and  my illusions,

I felt the heart moved with joy as I told it I love it so,

I carried it with much joy all over the world,

what’s that in your hand people see and ask,

well is my life I have in my hands, so beautiful indeed this heart I hold within,

not even a the smallest piece of dirt can come between cause nothing is going to touch this heart,

now so softly it moves when my words are said it calms down,

I dont know if it jumping with joy, or jumping to escape my hands,

it moves form my left to my right! I try to keep it tight,

but it moves so much I think it wants to say good bye,

what ever it is I love this heart more than anything in this world,

if it wants to escape I have no control but if it chooses to stay I will protected from the world