I trust you with my heart
It finds you in log cabins and snow covered mountains
Its in the freshly played french scores upon your piano
It speaks to you in limyrics and silly poems like this
It remembers your purple summer dress worn before ocean sunsets on eastern islands
And it plays you the songs that made me so, when your day was mine
So too have you trusted me with your heart
Your heart sits in a red painted box near my bed
Its in the likeness of our goddess in black pencil stokes
And held in place by a big red frame I found; the perfect fit
It beats in the sweet creature purring in my lap
And its in the tears spent praying to Saint Elliot in our church of the immaculate guitar
love
-- Andrew
It finds you in log cabins and snow covered mountains
Its in the freshly played french scores upon your piano
It speaks to you in limyrics and silly poems like this
It remembers your purple summer dress worn before ocean sunsets on eastern islands
And it plays you the songs that made me so, when your day was mine
So too have you trusted me with your heart
Your heart sits in a red painted box near my bed
Its in the likeness of our goddess in black pencil stokes
And held in place by a big red frame I found; the perfect fit
It beats in the sweet creature purring in my lap
And its in the tears spent praying to Saint Elliot in our church of the immaculate guitar
love
-- Andrew
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