I dare not open my heart
Should I find the contents dried,
Shriveled from lack of use,
Tho' I've continually tried.

Should I open my heart?
I fear the absolute worst.
And if I'm left with nothing?
My fears, they are a curse.

I wish to open my heart,
To place it in your hands.
Mold it, mend it, shape it, break it.
Carry it over seas and lands.

If I open my heart,
If I give it to you,
Will you please give me the pleasure,
Of having your heart, too?