My heart is tender,
And can be torn.
So do not prickle it,
With a thorn.
Do not trample it,
Or stomp it with your feet.
For it might lose all its beats.
It needs someone,
To handle it with care,
And for someone
To be there.
Hold it close to yours,
And do not despair.
For if you have my heart.
I, will be there.