If I gave you my heart Would you treat it as a priceless part? Would you love me in return? Or would you set it on fire and watch me burn? Would you value and cherish? As a pure thing without blemish? Or you treat it as trite? As though my love will never suffice? Would you handle it with devotion and care? Or rather like another 'chose sans valeur'? (After all you always did prefer her, From her fairer skin to her darker hair..)
If I gave you my heart A beautiful 'oeuvre d'art' An embodiment of my strengths, fears and aches, A cradle of fortitude yet with a tendency to break Would you allay all my fears? Would you help seal the cracks? Would you love me back? Or would you just be another avenue of tears?