I feel my heart right now
It's being pried open by something burning
I hate this feeling
It's always how I feel when I'm going to fall

My heart is being ripped apart
Yet I refuse to sacrifice this love
It will not be lost like a cheap gift card
Full will it's bloom ever be!

Nurtured and grown, it's not yet ripe
When it becomes so let's harvest our fruit
To waste this away would be a crime
So lock me up as a prisoner of love!!!

Tonight will not be the night
Because tonight I fight the fight
The fight of waiting on you
Until the time is right for harvest