She held out her heart
Without hesitation
And lifted it up,
A grand presentation.

I took it from her
I took it so gently
That sweet little gift
To guard it intently.

So pure and so fresh,
I watched it maturing;
The older she grew
Her sweet heart ensuring.

And then came the day
Its sweetness was tainted;
The day that I felt
We were not acquainted.

So mild the change,
I sensed it directly;
Her manner was cold,
I thought so abjectly.

So grave was her poise,
Did she understand?
The day that she took it—
Her heart from my hand.

I grieved for the loss
That caused me such pain
Would I ever know
Would she love me again?

For time and again
She has let me hold it
Yet always it is
Only with her permit.

She takes it once more
No longer belonging,
Belonging to me;
For it I am longing.

I’m longing for days
The days that you loved me
The days we were friends
When we were so carefree.

You’ve taken your heart,
It’s yours now, forever,
No, I cannot change that
Despite my endeavor.