Whose heart this is I think I know
For in its warmth my own does glow
He may not see me pausing here
To watch his love’s soft light bestow.
My heart must find it strange I fear
To linger without him near
Between our dreams and the twilight's gleam
The quiet of this love so clear.
He stirs my soul with tender grace
To ponder if this love’s misplaced
The only other sound is sweet
The gentle echo of our heartbeat.
His love is deep, serene and true
But I have vows to cherish too
And days to spend in love’s embrace
And nights to dream of his sweet grace.
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