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Surrender; my heart has flown away, it's gone with that man

Coming back to visit me each day as he puts it in my hand

And I foolishly give it back, knowing, hence it will return

Preparing myself for the pain, as this lesson I relearn

That he'll render my heart just like the day before

Not realizing the love radiating from it's very core

Is his lack of acceptance a cry for true love

But fearful of what his own heart could speak of?

Could it be, he's in love, and denies it to me

Defying his emotions that he thinks I can't see?

Patiently, my love, I await for the day

That I'll hand it to him, and he won't push it away

He's forced his way into my heart, corrupted my mind

Creating this love inside me that blurs my heart blind

Imperfections everyone knows, he has not shown to me

(Or is it that I and my heart just refuse to see?)

Perfection in the most curious sense

Bestowed upon my eyes that my heart won't relent

One touch, and I melt, I'm done in for good

Loving someone else, when I didn't think that I could

Tried, but failed to approach him in nonchalance

Alas, my heart breaks, as he gives no response

So I go to eager measures to show him how I feel

But each time, sinking lower, in an attempt to reveal

This love I have to offer, this heart he so denies

He knows how true it is; he saw it in my eyes

Surrendering my heart, a little more broken than before

Because he hands it back so much, it just can't be restored

But until it's completely dead, I'll let it fly away

Onto his shoulder where it lands, repetative each day

Until he holds onto it and in turn I can see

His own broken heart, being surrendered to me