I’m handing you a precious thing
It may have a few dents or dings
I apologize for its damaged state
It’s been through a lot as of late
With a gentle kiss or two
I’m sure it’ll be good as new
Can you see the way it shines
This precious, little thing of mine
I’d thought the fire’d all gone out
That was until you came about
You made me soar into the sky
Gave my bubbly flutterbys
So here I am, once again to start
Here I am handing you my heart
May 14, 2012
May 14, 2012 at 1:36 AM UTC
I’m handing you a precious thing
It may have a few dents or dings
I apologize for its damaged state
It’s been through a lot as of late
With a gentle kiss or two
I’m sure it’ll be good as new
Can you see the way it shines
This precious, little thing of mine
I’d thought the fire’d all gone out
That was until you came about
You made me soar into the sky
Gave my bubbly flutterbys
So here I am, once again to start
Here I am handing you my heart
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