This heart of mine
Is
A pure heart of love;
A little thing
That is growing big;
Never stopping-
Is this a love
Of truce?
Yeah-it is.
Why on earth else
Would my heart
Be pure?
My heart is made
Of purity-
It will never cease.
Love grows upon it,
And with it.
Without it,
It woudn't be
A pure heart of love.