I've given pieces of myself away
     over the years.  
I meet people and I love deeply,
     so I break off a piece of my heart
     and offer it up, my gift to them.
I've found my presents oft returned,
     unwanted, unused
     after their purpose had served.
So when we first met, sir,
     I had no intention
     of breaking myself further
     for you, only to be scorned.
But intentions be ******,
     for you didn't wait.
No, you sewed my pieces
     back together for me,
     without me even having to ask.
And so it is you, sir,
     who shall have the gift
     of the rest of my heart.
One little piece will never be adequate,
     and so I give to you,
     more and more every day.