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.