Please stop and think, before you push away a heart in Love with you;
By chance, or by design... condemned; with no appeal, and no reprieve.
This solitary confinement of a heart... the saddest thing, it's true...
such broken hearts so rarely, fully mend; this truth, you must believe.

Unrequited love... the catalyst to countless, shattered dreams
and hopes, of what might once have been; all lost... like tears, in falling rain.
Such hearts are foolish, they are blind... they cannot see the truth, it seems;
just chasing rainbows; deafened by love's soft, seductive, sweet refrain.

If you know that such a heart loves you; be gentle, please be kind;
if you have no desire to hold that heart to you, please... tell it so,
and free it gently; please don't bruise it... and, perhaps, it might yet find
its rightful home... if not with you; then, somewhere love might bloom and grow.

For, every heart deserves the chance to soar; perhaps, to touch the sky;
if, not with you; please, set it free... 'less it should lose the will to fly.